HER BLUES

Chris R-1-99

Image by Christine Renney

In the beginning she danced
And he watched trancelike
Following from a distance
Mesmerised until
Awakened by the reverence
Surrounding him
A colourful array
Itinerant troupe
Spectators agape
He faced a forbidding
Grey suited austerity
Words storing in his head
Building the rhythm
That pulled him to her
Unbidden he called her name
Inside a thrashing tent
And she ran from the promises
The white marquee asked of her
Away to dance
In the Mill Town dust
With a man who offered no more
Than a fascination for her blues

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