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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Impudently dancing to the dourest of beats

Wee hands
we tethered
and together
we skipped
the craggy face
of calamity's cliff.

More rumble
than chuckle,
it laughed to buckle
our knees,
and we laughed
right back at it.

5 comments:

Peggy said...

Francis, I love your use of words and images and I also really like your drawings--as on the covers of your books and the logo on the other blog. I could not find a way to leave a comment on the other blog (that I linked to from Poets United Poem of the week.) I look forward to reading more from you!

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Francis,
I read/heard your words and suddenly I heard the sound of bagpipes and saw some rather glumb Scottish dancers kicking up their heels!!!

Now what did I have for dinner to effect this vision?

Lovely Francis,
Eileen :)

Francis Scudellari said...

@Peggy Thanks so much. I've slowed down on the images lately, but I hope to have a new one posted soon.

@Eileen Maybe it was the "wee"? I've always been a big fan of the bagpipe.

Anonymous said...

magical word painting,
thanks for sharing.
xx

Francis Scudellari said...

Happy Tuesday to you too. I'm following Jingle Poetry now too, and I'll give the Potluck a look.