Restless in winter, inside,
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Tag Archives: Dance
Time to Fold
The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading
Orange Oracle
The orange oracle
hears the wind’s voice,
chilly with snow and ice
gathering strength.
But today,
it’s warm.
Today,
let’s dance. Continue reading
Red Alert
dance in time
winter’s coming,
but not today
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here is a haiku for healing. A Poetry Friday friend, Mary Lee Hahn, is hosting a December haiku extravaganza. I haven’t committed to a haiku every day, but after reading so many good ones in PF this weekend, I found myself writing one. A toast to the lingering warm days.
Tree Song
Even in winter,
with nary a leaf,
trees hold up the sky,
cut the wind and
frame the stars.
Tall maples sing our future,
lament our past.
First, morning pianissimo
swells to workday allegro
but quickens to andantino
after a tangerine sunset.
A mad tarantella makes
Saturdays ache with dance.
Stormy days, we hear brass
crescendo of crashing branches.
Trees measure our lives.
Each season has its movement,
winter’s pianissimo alternating
with icy crescendo:
concertos made from time,
measured into beauty,
the melody our breath,
the bass our heartbeat.
Woodwind chords are
refined by strings.
In the tree song,
we find time
and healing.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I hope you are hearing music. Have a great week!
Sisters Sing Madrigals
young sisters, grow
sing madrigals to summer
dance all the day
turn toward the starlight
chins tucked into dreaming
wayward thistledown
spirals one way then the next
chased by bluejays
more voices join madrigals
sisters betwixt and between
too close, bash heads
dreams shaken by storm wind
madrigals fade
one summer lasts a lifetime
starlight lasts even longer
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is arranged into three tankas. A madrigal is a either a medieval poem or a song without instruments in two or more parts. I like to think madrigals sung by flowers would be both poem and song. May your week be lightened by flower song.
Rain Chain
Raindrops linger in a
Caressing slide down
Purple trumpet petals.
Petals are lavender tutus
Worn by fae ballerinas
In endless pirouhette.
Pirouhette in the rain,
Cool on a hot brow,
Steamy from summer fun.
Fun is full moon magic,
On a long bright night.
Dew falls like raindrops.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is my variant of a chain poem. The last word of the stanza is used to start the next stanza, and then the last word of the poem loops back to the first word. Tonight my daughter couldn’t sleep with the full moon shining through her window. It’s the first full moon she ever remembers seeing, and it has a special magic for her. Do you remember seeing your first full moon?
Plus, YEAH to Carly Lloyd who again slotted home a Penalty Kick, leading the women’s U.S. soccer team to a semi-final win against Germany. Yeah to the whole U.S. women’s soccer team!! The final of the women’s world cup is Sunday, and I wish I could be there!!
Halloween Ballet
Autumn fairy ballet:
Ballerinas dip and spin,
Wings extend lightly and
Long costumes twirl.
A feast for the eyes:
Fall glows in shades of
Butternut squash and pumpkin,
With touches of berry and apple.
The wind lifts the dancers
Into allegro cabrioles, then
Holds another in a graceful arabesque.
The Fae Corps de Ballet
Performs every day.
Happy Halloween! Be spooky and be safe!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Sunflower Bows
hazy heat dances
cello music sings from windows
sunflower bows
Note: This haiku was in response to the Carpe Diem Haiku prompt, Sunflower.
Fairy Ballerinas
Arms curve gracefully,
Petal skirts twirl open in full circles.
Heads dip, legs stretch,
Fairy divas grace the garden,
Entrancing bees and butterflies.
Magic is scattered by dance.
The four winds lift the ballerinas high;
Down they touch, light as kisses.
Too fast for the eye to follow,
Fairy smiles unfold like wishes.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Fairy Ball Gowns
Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still,
there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady.
The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations,
and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land.
Designers of fairy couture collections
Grow the very best gowns ever worn,
Lacing perfect petals into dashing confections,
Borrowing starlight to gild and adorn.
Queen Peony, in her ball gown,
Casts the smaller ladies into the shade,
When she dances, in her shining crown,
Hearts are kindled and dreams made.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
References: Brainy Quotes
Happy International Fairy Day!!
Here is a poem in honor of the fairies, Flower Bower:
Fragranced wind blows steadily,
Sparkles of magic spin and settle to the meadow.
Fairies dance jigs when the fiddler plays
Under the shady flower bower.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Happy International Fairy Day!!
References: Days of the Year, Punchbowl, Fae and Enchantment Magazine, and The Examiner.
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