Published in
Mar 30, 2024
How about a little poem to put you in the mood?
Whirling around
The room’s asway
The heat of fever
Blinds the day
Lights illumine
Restless energies
Tormented spirits
Burning effigies
My head is rocking
To the rhythmic beat
I keep in step
With forgotten feet
Boundless reaching
Shoulders pressing air
My body’s offered
In this eternal prayer
I wrote this poem years ago after I came home from a night out dancing. After the children were tucked in, I would go with my boss out to disco clubs. My husband didn’t mind as he did not like to dance and my boss was gay; so I was safe.
One of my BAs was in Anthropology, and when I think of all the peoples of the past and their dances — dancing is a kind of prayer.
What do you think? Do you like to dance?
