Brian Wake

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Country Dancing - Poem by Brian Wake

There is nothing to be frightened of, she said,
but come along and lie here on the bed.
We spoke of country dancing and of how
so very sad it was to have to dance alone,
to move in time with no-one’s steps and music but your own.

But there is nothing to be frightened of, she said,
and come, my dear, and lie down on the bed.

And country dancing was the only time I ever moved.
A solitary shuffler, shadow-partnered, I improved,
danced the days away from wall to wall
and, although I often stumbled, they had taught me how to fall.

But when the dancing ended I could always hear
a voice that told me there was nothing there at all to fear.
There is absolutely nothing to be frightened of my dear.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013


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