Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Spirit of dance**


Dancing top and bottom of the world
Lucky few who touch your skirt!
I dream of your seductive powers
Hypnotize hearts of mesmerized eyes

You dance freely and openly
Night skies float through effortlessly
Undress your silky veils one by one
Display intricate lace transparency

You’ve been called many names
Legends abound tales of fancy
Blue-collar eyes mine catch your act?
Ballroom ballet bride breakaway!

Swaying hips entice native Eskimos
Display ethereal technical prowess
Greedy merchants capture your esprit
In shopping malls florescent windows

Other came close with wide-angle lenses
Publish fictions about your illusive aura
Snowy forts protect your home screen
Imax cinema exploit your charging mirage

Few icecap remain immortal in winter
From destructive hand of men
Arctic ice melting at an alarming rate
An end soon to your legendary dance

My dream to witness your dancing drapes
Unlike Herod’s my intentions are pure
Spirit of dance not Salome’s seduction
Midnight Cinderella I have your lost shoe

Blush display on nature’s cheeks
What grace, what mystery what poetic allure
Cascading light effects appear then disappear
Into thin air like all dreams hard to catch

Roman Goddess of dawn, Aurora Borealis
Northern lights, southern lights
What is a name all I know
My heart flutters when I dream of you

**Northern Lights Poem**
September 6,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (9/20/2013 10:25:00 AM)

    I enjoy this very much, the mention of Herod and Salome adds beauty to it, the roman goddess makes it more alluring, and this poem shows your prowess of word play.
    SALAMAT. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (9/12/2013 11:20:00 PM)

    You speak of a wonder few ever witness. And while you poem is great you cannot put into words the beauty
    of the Auroras. Only by experiencing it first hand can you appreciate the wonder of it all. (Report) Reply

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