. . . and you turn yourself around . . .

o proud left foot, that ventures quick within,
then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
commence thou then the fervid hokey-poke,
a mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
to spin! a wilde release form heavens yoke.
blessed dervish! surely canst go, girl.
the hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt.
verily, i say, ’tis what it’s all about.


mar said...


busy girl, you!

amo said...

did you read my quote o' the week?
how apropos is that?

mar said...

my current project is reading. eons to catch up on, so i'm doing one contemporary paired with some classics. (at the moment, the time traveler's wife & some chekhov)