Life As An Art Form

Quips & Commentaries in Prose and Poetry

Dance Woman, Dance

Avril Somerville (SomerEmpress)

Loving
Saturday mornings
when there’s coffee
and sun showers
filtering through old windows

when it’s clean
when there’s flow
when I’m writing
while the house is still, quiet.

When age-old griots inspire
and new-age poets remember
we share our tales and stories
make them tall and personal

women writing
remembering
sharing
flowing

my ancestors dance inside me
beckon me to finish
welcome me to the circle
“the floor is yours”, they say
“you, yes you”

1295536158-ubw_southern_diaries_ayano_hisa1the oldest sway
nods yes
no words are spoken
no need
the middlers hold court
we make merriment

Our dresses laugh
make sport of rainbows
for we are so much more colorful and beautiful
radically unscripted

even in our quiet
in our regaling
we affirm each other
our individual might
our stealth
our silent strength

We are power
yet it’s me
who’s made anew.

16 thoughts on “Dance Woman, Dance

  1. Great tribute to all the sistas out there!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Talia Hardy says:

    Nice thoughtful prose. ‘Making sport of rainbows’ is an engaging line.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. SomerEmpress says:

      Us women tend to do that when we dance, don’t we? Thanks for visiting and reading, Talia. I look forward to reading more of your work.

      Like

  3. A lovely tribute to women.

    Like

    1. SomerEmpress says:

      Because we are indeed lovely, aren’t we? Thanks, Nadine!

      Liked by 1 person

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