DANCING
Marionnettes
Whirling in a jewel box
Feel no more at home
Than we do,
Standing,
Dreaming,
In this jewel box of a world.
But we dance
To a different tune to them.
We dance
To melodies that are beaten
Into the earth.
To rhythms
That nourish coloured leaves
And unveil flowers
Scenting the air around us.
Marionnettes
Jerk their little limbs
As they are ordered.
But denying bullet and bomb
Whatever victory they are seeking,
We dance,
Freelance.
Moving in the warmth and strength
Of an all absorbing love.
© Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 