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Agbor Dancer

Posted by john Pepper Clark on 9/6/2005 7:02:00 AM |

Written by: john Pepper Clark



See her caught in the throb of a drum

Tippling from hide-brimmed stem
Down lineal veins to ancestral core
Opening out in her supple tan
Limbs like fresh foliage in the sun
 
See how entangled in the magic
Maze of music
In trance she trads the intricate
Pattern rippling crest after crest
To meet the green clouds of the forest
 
Tremulous beats wake trenchant
In he heart a descant
Tingling quick to her finger tips
And toes virginal habits long
Too atrophied for pen or tongue
 
Could I, early sequester'd from my tribe
free a lead-tether'd scribe
I should answer her communual call
Lose myself in her warm caress
Intervolving eart, sky and flesh