photo credit: Janet Spering[This was written in response to a prompt from Cafe Writing's Jewels Project. ]
Dancing Through Time
The three sisters danced in the dappled arbor,
early summer breezes cooling them
as their twirls sent gossamer skirts whirling.
Grace was in every step as they moved
in perfect and intricate counterpoint,
sparking inspiration and joy in everyone who saw them.
They danced in paint on a canvas,
captured mid-spin by the painter
who had herself been captivated by them.
They danced into the mind of the cameo-maker,
who saw the painting and felt the breeze they stirred.
They helped tease rhythm out of stone.
They danced in a brassy ring on a grandmother's coat.
And now they dance on mine.
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This is also too beautiful.
You have a lot of word choices that are lovely such as "mid-spin" and lines such as in line 3 of the 3rd stanza. Thank you for sharing as well as well for visiting my poetry journal. :)
http://alotus-poetry.livejournal.com
Thanks so much, ALotus. Glad you came to visit.
You did beautifully with the picture! I loved the last two lines especially :-)
It is such a cool piece to write about. Thanks. I like those two lines best myself.
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