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The Dancing Girl
by Wall To All

Monday, July 19, 2010
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Clare Glens near Glenstal in Limerick

To Jean: I was brought to a stream which cascaded down


from high ground through a gorge. The banks were shrouded


in tall lissom trees and the sun was shining. In the gloom


I looked up to the topmost leaves of a tree. In that instant


my outlook on life, which had been very depressed, changed


and has never since gone retrograde. Is it poetry or what?


 


The Dancing Girl May 1993



I walked along a lonely path


          On a peaceful, warm September day.


Above me, in a clear blue sky,


          Not a single cloud for company.



The solitude wrapped me in peace


          As I passed under Acer trees


And then I lifted up my eyes


          Til I could see the topmost leaves


               Translucent leaves of palest green


                         Fluttered in the flowing air


       And near the top a pale green hue


                         Shone from the waving leaves up there.



               I turned my gaze back to the path


                         And realized I had company


               A golden girl with amber hair


                         Was holding out her hand to me.



I took her hand and she took mine


          I smelt September in her hair


I heard the river in her laugh


          But not one word did we speak there



The waterfall cascaded down


          Where it has run ten thousand years


The golden girl danced in my space


          And cleared the space of all my fears



               And when the space was freed from fear


                         Her lovely arms encircled me


               She squeezed the hurt from my sad heart


                         And chased the cold and care away



             And as she moved around my space


                         She introduced me to the dance


               I quickly learned the steps and pace


              Of the reel they call "The Second Chance"



She sat me down beside the stream


          And showed me how to sing my song


And showed me how to write my words


          And where my music had gone wrong



She sang her song first with her eyes


          Then in a voice that was crystal clear


And then we sang in harmony


          And all at once I lost my fear.



               I found my voice and sang to her


                         My dancing girl with amber hair


               I'll sing to her forever now


               By that bubbling stream in a glen in Clare



               The dancing girl brought me to life


                         Gave me the strength to jump and run


               And on a wooden bridge that day


                         She handed me September sun.



C'est la vie, Cherie!


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Reviewed by Gina Barr 7/19/2010
Lovely skipping rhythm. Incredible slight of hand. It looked rather shallow. Then I fell into that man. Eebie geebie, I like it.
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