THE RED SCARF

A moment in time: I was dancing to Indian music at a party with ablood-red scarf and it reminded me of how often I dance at home with scarves. Dancing with the joy

A beat resounded in the drums,
My heart is throbbing, my head hums.
With tapping toes and moving hips,
The song is flowing through my lips.

Silken shawl of brightest red,
Flickers with golden thread,
Swirling 'round in floating stream,
Undulates with shimmering sheen.

One by one, all veils removed
Sensuous skill divinely proved.
'Round and 'round in a circle I sway,
As the Indian music plays.

With these thoughts, my head swims,
Movement accentuated with my limbs,
Fingers fly in silent words
Like impassioned birds.

Silken shawl of brightest red,
Flickers with golden thread,
Swirling 'round in floating stream,
Undulates with shimmering sheen.

All and all the dance will end,
Flashing red and gold will send
Swirling colour to the floor,
When the music is no more.

March 7, 2008

Second draft March 8, 2008

Author's Note

Second draft

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Flowing and rich as the texture and the colour of the scarf. A word painting.

[Poeticpiers]

I do not think you need to write a third draft This one sings

[V. K. Harris]

A dance of happiness for sure, enjoyed reading this, Excellent write.

[Rain]

I loved this. I could see you and the bright clours swirling. You have a love for music and flare. You are a dancer. Rain..

[Phil Sanders]

Delicious writing .. so sensual ....