The Dance of Ash
THE DANCE OF ASH
Here! Here! The flames crackling and roiling too.
They speak, ancient language, of light and calm.
The long-skirted lady, she stirs the stew.
Her man’s been hunting meat - the scent, a balm.
Here! Here! The moon rises and bids good night.
It speaks of purity - the dance of ash.
The lady’s slipped out of her toil…just right.
The silky smooth, her flesh well-oiled…her cache
A fire, the doom and dungeon looms…his smile
Like a fiddle. Its bow is plucking strings.
So good from dawn to dusk - she’s versatile.
With leopard spots, she scores her angel wings.
Here! Here! Simmer the pot. He’s hungry ma’am.
So close a bite - no need to telegram.
12/23/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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