The Wild Evenings

As the last embers burn away
of yellow sun that's seen the day
I settle into evening long
with echos of the summer's song
And dance the dance of ages old
when Western skies succumb to gold
and to a heart that holds the truth
I celebrate wild evenings' youth

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Start 9 (aka ‘Calan Mai’)

9 of 12 in the ’12 months IV series’

Mayday and to jingling bells
around tall poles and dancers tells
and cries of joy and yodelling yells
first day of summer comes

Midway twixt the equinox
and summer solstice twirl the frocks
with brightly coloured stripy socks
first day of summer comes

So dance we will as dance we must
with 'Calan Mai's' tradition thrust
as to these open arms in trust
first day of summer comes

©Jemverse

Photo – Bezza Croucher

[‘Calan Mai’ is a Mayday celebration in Wales which celebrates the midway point between the Spring equinox and Summer solstice and traditionally marks the first day of summer]

Dancing to life (reprise)

5 of 10 in the ‘Music II’ series from Jemverse

I danced on a quay at Emsworth
playing a really big drum
The crowds from the town all following us
and everyone having fun

I danced with Pride in Brighton
‘neath a rainbow coloured flag
The crowds of people partying
in the sun made me feel glad

I danced on the Portsmouth waterfront
as five tall ships furled sail
The rhythm of the music thrummed
and helped tell a happy tale

I danced then and I’m dancing now
because the music never dies
It’s always in my heart and mind
for that’s where my rhythm lies

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

‘Dancing to life‘ was first posted to Jemverse in April 2015

In times such as these

A long shaft of sunlight
peirced the gloom
and lit up an otherwise
darkly clad room
It spoke of a promise
born on a smile
with a voice full of hope
I’d not heard in a while

So I stood up and danced
round the room for a bit
Laughing and whooping
and quite full of it
For this rarest of moment
a gift to be seized
is precious and wholesome
in times such as these

©Jemverse

Photo – Emily Rose Croucher

Drum

 

The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet

©Jemverse

I danced

I danced like no one was watching
really let myself go
right from the start when the music was fast
to the moment it took me down slow

I danced when the goosebumps tingled
right there all down my spine
I danced as all of the music
was unique and especially mine

©Jemverse

Mother Nature (7) – Passion

 

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways

And what better way to finish
than upon a note of passion
Passiflora with its Latin name
for horticultural fashion

But to my mind its a dancer
to the music nature plays
which with every sense of wonder
serves to brighten up my days

©Jemverse

From 3 through 10 December, Jemverse has seven poems to celebrate Mother Nature’s hand – a different wonder every day. 

The Welly

The feet upon the wooden floor
Are moving to the beat
as conversation struggles
for those who’ve found a seat
The man up on the microphone
is getting really loud
But the music’s really throbbing
and is pleasing to the crowd

There’s a lot of different footwear
but one purpose to the fore
To tap and move and dance and spin
on this old wooden floor
And at the Duke of Wellington
with friends in Shoreham here
A lovely time was had by all
with music and a beer

©Jemverse

 

Lily

Dancing on a bed of white
my stamen orange in the light
I really am a gorgeous sight
for any eye to see

Fragrant there my sweet perfume
a bouquet subtle to presume
Those winter blues I will subsume
and watch them simply flee

©Jemverse

Dancing

I’m delving deep today
and dancing in my mind
On my way to London
as my senses are aligned
Listening to my music
hearing rhythm and a beat
Dancing as I travel
in my precious window seat

Around me lots of people
prodding phones and doing stuff
Averting gaze when captured
and mostly looking gruff
But the tune that I am hearing
only serves to bring a smile
which I share with those around me
and find is catching in a while

Soon those close where I’m sitting
have a grin upon their face
which is of course much better
than the frowns which they replace
My work done but still I’m dancing
and some have joined me now it seems
With glum and soured expressions
replaced with happy beams

©Jemverse

Day 4 of the ‘Blogging A-Z challenge‘