Terpsichore delights in dance,
inspires us with her grace
to pirouette and leap and prance.
Long ago, puritans with poker face,
on dancing girls would look askance,
decry as sinful rhythm and grace
as admiring male took sideways glance
at dancer courting grave disgrace
the puritans looked on, askance.
Sly watcher wished he could embrace
the graceful girl, her life enhance,
with rescue from the grim disgrace.
But she danced on in happy trance
ignored convention with distaste
desiring only life enhanced.
Purest pleasure not effaced
by pious critic of her dance –
joy manifest in every pace
of pirouette and leap and prance.
Yesterday’s prompt from Napowrimo was to write a Terzanelle, a seemingly simple form until you try to write one. For the recipe, click on the Napo link above. I made it more difficult for myself by using only two rhymes, but that also made it more fun.