a dancer

she was a naughty school girl mover,
mischievous then morose,
she danced as the orb-like moon rose.

and as it rose under her chin / her body sings /
and a thousand songs have been sung
on her feet, her toes, the bones amongst.

there was enough energy in one little toe
to power a thousand bulbs in antarctica,
all the way from here in huddersfield, yorkshire.

her grace inspired a glow as
saintless, soulful and sharp shouldered,
her phraseology inspired silence.

/ she brought action ! /
choreographing synchronistic sanction to my
dream-catching.