The Octpo prompt for day entailed looking for another poem and either incorporating bits or writing an answer.
My day today does not allow
a thorough search for inspiration
and so I sigh and mop my brow
and steal from RJ Clarken
her prompt to write a Saraband
a rhythmic, rhyme you understand,
in doggerel less than spartan.
Here’s my attempt, which you will also find at Poetic Bloomings
I think it would be good to dance
but if I tried the pain would lance
so sad to say I have no chance.
The music plays inside my head
the will is there but pain I dread.
The time will come when bone will mend
and I shall dance – a happy end.