The Dancers

by tfawcus

Three young girls
were walking home at dusk
with their arms wrapped together
as one

when a sigh in the trees
rippled through the leaves
and their toes started tapping
in the dust,

their toes started tapping
and itching to the rhythm,
the syncopated rhythm
of their dance,

and you couldn't see their feet
as they wove a birdlike flutter
in the utter joyful stutter
of their dance.

Then they swirled and they glided
and they gracefully subsided
in torrents of clear laughter
from their hearts,

a taste of the hereafter
the gods have surely given
to those who dance together
in the dust.

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The photo, taken by my daughter, is of some girls in a remote village in the Afar region of Northern Ethiopia.
The poem, although it has some elements of rhyme, is not written to any particular form.
I have tried to achieve a rising crescendo through changes of rhythm followed by a sense of calm after the sudden flurry of impromptu dance.
I hope the line breaks are a sufficient guide for the reader without any need for punctuation.
This poem is in the nature of an experiment so any feedback will be much appreciated.

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