Dance Poem by soren Barrett

Dance

A breath taken, one more tick of the clock
Hangman awaken, one stands at the dock
A spider hung on a strand of steel
Heaven swung on a clapper's peal
From a flask of life a short swig
Old loves ask to dance the Tyburn jig

Monday, November 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,heaven
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Dancing the Tyburn jig is the act of hanging where the leg muscles convulse
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