Women dance themselves sacred
beneath a blood moon,
twirling to reveal
ragged edges of secrets
whispering from waves.
Cascading skirts mesmerize
beneath serpentine arms.
sporadic caws, hoots, and howls.
Brenda Warren 2014
Written for Elizabeth’s Day 16 prompt.
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First, love the new banner…I have a thing for rapids, waterfalls of any kind. Second I reread your poem three or four times, it tasted that good on my tongue. I love the image of women dancing themselves sacred beneath a blood moon and the secrets. This immediately transported me into another world. I wanted to stay there,
Elizabeth
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