Friday, August 21, 2009

The Dancer

I hide.

Behind the woven colors that caress my body,
Behind the beautiful fan I hold before my face,
Behind the frills of fabric,
the shine of my hair,

I hide.

They see a princess before them,
The beauty of a God.
They see a gentle dancer,
Celebrating their honor
Celebrating their kingdom-

But I hide-
my hand on my sword.

I will avenge you, father.

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2 comments:

  1. your poetry is inspiring, colorful and vivid. Lovely.

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  2. Wonderful imagery and voice in this poem, Dani.

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