After dancing with him in the forest
one recalls few details – only the speed
of reckless feet, the rush of wind
through flowing hair, the giddying swirl
inside firm arms holding safe, and
the after-taste of ecstasy. (He has
many names, the Horned God.)
Written for Quadrille 249 at dVerse. (44 words not including title, which on this occasion must include some form of the word 'horn'.)
I'm imagining you speaking from experience, Rosemary.....😉 Sounds like you had fun!
ReplyDelete*Smiles mysteriously.
DeleteA dance would Pan would surely be this unforgettable, Rosemary, like "the speed/of reckless feet."
ReplyDeleteIt surely would! Thanks, Dora.
DeleteA night on bald mountain can be fun
ReplyDelete*Grin
DeleteRosemary, I love your sensory titillations! Little remembered but oh so much that is! I think I see where the word horn-y comes from now.
ReplyDeleteHa, you could be right!
DeleteWonderful, Rosemary! you made me smile 😊
ReplyDeleteGood!
DeleteWhat a fun quadrille, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it!
DeleteAh, he has many names indeed, embodies the power of feeling, and your poem certainly exudes feeling and energy, not least in the after-taste, what a wonderful piece Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks!
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