for Octpowrimo Poetry Prompt 17 – Are You Dancing? and 6-Word Saturday
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ― Rumi
Look at me, oh look at me,
oh look at me I’m dancing.
My Salad Days were dancing mad
in sticky-out frocks and waspies.
Twirl and sashay glide and spin
to Victor Sylvester’s saccharine
or Glen Miller’s big band glamour sound.
To In the Mood, flirting and skirting
the other wild dancers
in the Royalty on Friday nights.
Oh for those days that were perfectly free.