The Peacock Princess Dance Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Let's be frank, worlds are doing cartwheels.
At the tremulous click of her heels.
Whilst doing her "peacock dance", spinning wheels
What superimposes, anneals
We're all wearing heavy shoes, watching you
Glide-like kinetic energy,
All spirituality imbues
… (In a hurricane trajectory) …
The calm within the storm, tangible
Washes over me; touches us all…
Like a dervish, the dress is intangible
Spinning, keeping us all enthralled.