Word Shimmy

Sleep treads on stockinged feet
Half-conscious rhythms twist my head
Dance! Dance! Words shimmy
On twirling limbs of poetry
In harmony, fragile memory
Can’t reach the notepad far from me
Now fragmentary, lost at sea
Tip toe over me
Come morning…

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

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