Here we dance upon our leaf tossed floor
full of soul
no chalk required here
twisting our bodies to the rhythms of the Earth
on green moss covered creepers
flailing curly dreadlocks in our wake
ancient gnarly faces lit with full wide grins
we are up and at it in the early hours
love for the music of life flows
indeed it does
submission for Kim’s Autumnal Poetics prompt at dVerse
notes: the movement in the image brought to mind the Northern Soul scene, a particular song, and memories of the dancefloor craze that swept across Northern England in the 1970’s.
Here’s the song by Frank Wilson referenced in the poem’s closing line and a video of the kind of dancing you might see at Wigan casino in it’s pomp.