Her Apple Dance

On the walls I watch the moving shadows.
Imagining her apple dance,
the way she bowed to make us smile.

The tricks she used to bring a smile!
When we were sad she'd cast shadow
puppets on the wall and make them dance.

She brought to life both song and dance -
always a lilt in her voice; with a smile
she swept away all trace of shadows.

Shadows sway in apple dance; I see her smile.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 8.30.2012 * All Rights Reserved


 Posted for the awesome Sam Peralta's article @dVersePoets Pub today on the Tritina Form -you can read it here and try it yourself!

Two Tied Triolets - Evolution of a Dance

ZAPATEADO

© Aline Salazar - Flickr Creative Commons

 The ruffles and the fan drape memories
Dreamscapes lost in the navel of the moon
Tapping out spinning sunlit histories

 The ruffles and the fan drape mysteries
Knighted horsemen's new world discoveries
Blood tied and heated red as cannas bloom

 The ruffles and the fan drape melodies
Dreamscapes lost in the navel of the moon

*The name Mexico - means "navel of the moon" in the native languages of Mexico's Indians.

FLAMENCO

Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

When Spaniards tap lost heart-blood of their veins 

Guitars strum Astilan while star fields fall 

 Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

 Espagna designs woven into shawls 

Children clap and chase trails of bordered trains 

 Then, Stomp and leave the Aztec masks on walls 

While Spaniards tap lost heartbeats in their veins 

 *The Flamenco evolved from the Mexican folk dance - 

the Zapateado (sah-pay-tay–áh-do)

taken to Spain by early Spaniards where it became Flamenco.

* Astlan, to which I added the "i" for an extra syllable and I think it's 

pronounced that way, is the Aztec word for 'paradise'.

© Gay Reiser Cannon - March 2012 - All Rights Reserved

FLAMINGO

 © Julie - South Carolina

A phoenix rising not from ash but grass;
blazing hot pink reflected flash on glass.
Burning! Burning! Lone flamingo 
at one with setting sun's last glow.
Waking en pointe, when moon grays to dawn's light,
burning Ra then lifts sickled bill in flight.

A phoenix rising not from ash, but love's
blazing return from aching crash. No doves--
this love! this love! burns luminous;
white hot, melding souls. Our dance turns
this flamingo passion; excites, expounds
this love, a ballet that flies without bounds.

© Gay Reiser * 2011 * All Rights Reserved

Posted for FormForAll - the Stacatto Form
Hosted on 11/17/2011 by Beth Winter at dVersePoets

*NB:
Flamingo - birds in the genus Phoenicopterus (from Greek φοίνικοπτεροςmeaning "Phoenix's wing"), the only genus in the family Phoenicopteridae.
The Egyptians believed Ra sometimes took the form of a flamingo

Flamingo by beachanny