28/03/2016

#poem #poetry #amwriting Dance

Dance

The fish are blowing out their cheeks.
The fish are blowing out their cheeks
at the woman on the bank reading Ariel.

The woman blowing out her cheeks.
Misses the pearls the fish spit at her:
the pearls, the fish, the sunlight, the rain,

making rainbows, making rainbows.
Making music to the drumbeat of laughter.
Making music to the drumbeat of laughter.

And the laughter makes us dance
and blow out our cheeks, at the fishes.
At the fishes dancing in pearls on the bank.

Around the woman reading Ariel on the bank.
Around the woman reading Ariel on the bank
who won't blow out her cheeks and dance.