Image by Christine Renney In the beginning she dancedAnd he watched trancelikeFollowing from a distanceMesmerised untilAwakened by the reverenceSurrounding himA colourful arrayItinerant troupeSpectators agapeHe faced a forbiddingGrey suited austerityWords storing in his headBuilding the rhythmThat pulled him to herUnbidden he called her nameInside a thrashing tentAnd she ran from the promisesThe white marquee asked ofContinue reading “HER BLUES”