Each Friday I post one of my poems
Strike, dulcimer and lute; begin the dance.
Let music ring, for I have long desired
To be within this place, and dance this dance,
Once more as I have done in years gone by.
Come, share this dance with me, O maiden fair,
For though I had not thought to see you here—
O happy chance, glorious, unlooked-for!—
Were I to look and search through all these grounds,
Could I find any better partner there?
And so an hour passes in a breath,
But once I make my bow that one last time,
It seems you vanished, fey-like, in the night.
I wrote this after the dance last Friday night at the ODPC Non-Electrical Musical (“Dulcimer”) Funfest in Evart, MI; I had a glorious time—saying that “an hour passes in a breath” didn’t seem to be an exaggeration—and this poem was one of the things that came out of the overflow of my joy.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.