“ The Dancer ” – be the devil upstairs –

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“ The Dancer ”

            – be the devil upstairs –

I’d know the music

Just by listening,

To the patter

On the floor above,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet,

As she capers

To a mystifying beat,

Like it matters

To the dancer,

In whose rhythm

With melodic flair,

She so adorns

Be the devil upstairs,

To mirror,

The center of a storm

Frenzied to a level,

That shan’t be mistaken

As the dancer who conforms…

 

She’s the devil I can tell

Tho follow I with ease,

For her dance casts a spell

Which leads me to believe,

I’m destined to her hell    

If she decides to leave,

Yet just so I can listen

To the rhythmic patters,

Bent by that devil upstairs

Be the dancer who so matters!

 

                                                   inspired in Vence, Fr.

                                               written in Sweetsburg PQ.

                                                         April 21, 2003

 

   

“ The Devil ” ~ is upstairs ~

I hear the patter

Of a prancer,

Held the devil

Playing dancer,

On the floor

Upstairs,

Came from hell

Just to frolic,

In a manner

Casts a spell,

Her intention

Guised to prance

Impishly carefree,

Issues to imbue

In a rhythm

Off the wall,

That conforms

To a voodoo

In an eerie storm,

She infernally performs

On the floor upstairs!

 

“ The Dancer ” ~ a devil upstairs ~

 

I’d know the music

Just by listening

To the patter

On the floor upstairs,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet

To a mystifying beat,

For she capers

Like it matters

With melodic flair,

In a rhythm she adorns

Be the center of a storm,

Frenzied to a level

That shan’t be mistaken

As a dancer who conforms…

 

She’s a devil I can tell

As her dance casts a spell,

Thus follow I with ease

If she decides to leave

Tho it led me right to hell,

Just so I can listen

To this dancer’s patter,

On the floor upstairs!