Arms in the Air

Day 9 Inktober – “Throw”

For dance was her expression of freedom. Moving smoothly like a breeze, sometimes flowing vigorously like the waves. Sliding and gliding, swinging and turning. Always energetic, always having fun. Her final dance move ended with her head held high. And every time she threw the ruffles of her skirt in the air in the passion of her dance.

In the twilight,
Holding a lantern in her hand,
She stepped out to sit beside him.
On the wooden bench
Overlooking the sea.
Together, they watched the calm waves.
There was a soft glow in the sky, a slight chill.
From the radio, a melodious tune filled the air.
They looked into each other’s battle-scarred eyes.
The sweet rhythm moved them to dance.
Slowly,
Lovingly,
Entwined in a warm embrace
They swayed like the waves
On their wooden porch.
In the soft glow of the night.

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The piano played

a sweet soulful tune.

With the keys,

her feet tip-toed on the floor.

Bending and rising like a ballerina.

She flowed like a river was inside of her,

Gliding and sliding with the notes

The rhythm played

invitingly in the air. 

Soon with the mystical melody,

she faded.