and that day
eighty words woke up, listened to each other,
smiled, joined hands,
danced in a ring
and as they danced around and round
the space inside the circle
became magic
the earth flowed
into a brightness in the air
which in its space
became sound
the words dancing
left a ring in the grass
in the sound of a poem
then returned home
to where words rest
in stillness and in silence
until called upon
to waken fresh
I can see this one illustrated in pastels as a children's picture book. Or light up in lights on a stage with lots of coloured silk. The beautiful title hooked me in.... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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I would like to translate this poem
Your eighty words are very well spent indeed! Quite a pleasant read.