Here we dance upon our leaf tossed floor
Northern beech
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.
Paul Scribbles 
The meter fits so well with the wonderful dance of it all. Ancient gnarly faces – a crisp image!
Wow. Quick off the mark Jilly. Thanks for dropping by. I’ll be around to read a tad before bo bo’s.
Timing is everything, Paul. Right place & time to read it first 🙂
This is perfect: love for the music of life flows ~
I love the dreadlocks and gnarly faces!
Love how you moved from leaves to dance floor…
I love the reference to Northern Soul – I remember an ex-colleague who went to every gig down here – I think she still does and I know of one recently in Cromer! I especially enjoyed the opening lines:
‘Here we dance upon our leaf tossed floor
Northern beech
full of soul’
and
‘twisting our bodies to the rhythms of the Earth
…
flailing curly dreadlocks in our wake’.
Nice one, Paul!
Those trees are definitely dancing. (K)
Beautiful earth dance. I see people in the trees too.
Nice description of the dance of the beech trees.
The ebb and flow of your words simulates this dance from the first word to the last.
we are up and at it in the early hours
love for the music of life flows
indeed it does
The early birds get to enjoy all that nature offers! It sure flows smoothly, Paul!
Hank
I like the last 2 lines especially.
I loved the trees. I think they probably do dance… they have spirits don’t they…