Fire Dance

Her fire dance,
A pure romance,
Bare knees to toes,
As round she goes,
All eyes on her,
All hearts astir,
The flame and fire,
Pour forth desire,
Fire fingers leapt,
And she is swept,
Fair laughing she,
Her arms are free,
She springs as such,
Her toes bare touch-
The ground below,
As up she’ll go,
And lovely girl,
Each gingered curl-
And strand does flow,
As round she’ll go,
She’ll only fly,
When embers die,
‘Til then in trance,
She’ll fire dance.

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 9, 2011