Words That Dance

Darragh Ginley

I can’t write music,
But I speak words that dance.
Waltzing from my lips,
Words that clap and prance.
Verbs that whistle,
Nouns that sing,
Adjectives with horns,
And bells to ring.
A jolly troupe, a sad band,
Howling a spectrum of feeling,
So loud and so grand.
They chant, they croon,
All night, All noon,
Giving rest only
in days come soon.
Soon, this moon, beneath I’ll lay,
And in my throat, the words will stay

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