No excuse for found courage
I step bold from your shadow
Audacious in my demand for light
Stamping a tattoo on hard ground
With each lift and fall bells jangle
Hips sway and command a rhythm
Meant for me but beat in another time
Chains loosen; fall away to red dirt
Skirts lift and swirl, blown by warmed winds
Swept aside by my own hands
Making room for the roar and passion
Head thrown back, uncaring of the watchers
Breath drawn across desert parched lips
The bells locked on ankles as a claim ring
With each step, each movement they plea
Clarion call of my captive heart
To another unseen, unknown
To quench the fire left burning
14-October-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Magnificent.. I wanted to dance the Pasodoble, You danced it wonderfully with your words dear Val.. 🙂 excellent.. ❤
Thanks Sue, some of these especially around dance are what truly sit on my soul. Me and dance have a very long history
keep dancing!! xxx ❤
Reblogged this on Tiffany Belle Harper and commented:
Such passion.
beautiful x
Thank you. Truly.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amzing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
I have enjoyed your blog. The poetry is alive and strong and worthwhile thoughts.
Thank you John. I have missed yours. Did you stop or did I somehow lose you?
I have never stopped. Using three sites. I need to write and read. I liked your new blogs todays. You brought attention to important topics.
I’m with My Inner Chick–WOWZA
Thanks 🙂
Poetry, my dear, is your forte. WOW. xxxxxxxxxxxx
Thank you. Poetry, is my release into the universe. I am always humbled when others find anything worthy within my words. Thank you my lovely and loving friend.
XXX
Excellent! Xxx
Thank you. It is something that has simmered.
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