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When The Women Came Out To Dance Dark burkha hems brush dusty paths like new brooms. A balm of silence sooths anxious eyes. From the east comes a shrouded sunrise, to the west move shrinking shadows. Blood still glistens in the gutter. The soldiers are gone. No men are in sight. The Old Woman, with ageless bravado, sang first, trilling the birdsong music of morning. And the women came out to dance. Like dervishes they spun, when the women came out to dance. Like they were the sultan's daughters, when the women came out to dance. In the cleansing rain, the children could laugh, all in the peace of the moment, when the women came out to dance. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2008-09-05 00:49:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Gene....I read this poem last week but life duties kept me from doing a cirtique until now....and I should be in bed but for some reason I never feel tired! Sounds weird, huh? You have great imagery...shrouded sunrise and shrinking shadows... are my favorite...if I had to pick. I think this scene has probably played out in many Italian villiages but it took an excellent poet to write about it....well done.....M.