Warmth in Winter.
After a Brazilian.
So I found my Warmth in Winter...Still,
As its the only way to Chase a Chill away
when the Snow is set so White as to Kill me as I
Where Everything is so quiet that its only the
Sound of my Pointshoes that
Crunches on Ice & I go,
I go towards each Pose as if it Belongs there
in the Snow.
Rise & Fall, Swurve & Call with my Body that
still Remembers the Spring
& Holds Summer in its Heart.
Then as it Curves around itself, it finds the
Prints of the Leaves Beneath
Fossilising into the Sound
Fossilising Underneath itself into the Background
& the Mist Breathes Frost around the Picture
to Freeze it to a Tree & Stop -
there is a Moment to Be
Myself in Movements of Isolated Grace,
White Shaking Skin & Frozen Veins
Strapped to a Trees branch, whilst the
Winter Advance -
A Snowy Flurry of
White, swept all around my Feet, above the Muddy Undergrow -
On the Sheet White Snow just a Moment Ago.
I Love this Deco, the Memory
of Time, Content to stay in tune with
the Dancer there Today.
Her Structure & Charity
Her Minus Zero Degrees
Written in Lockdown
Inspired by this thread of Pictures I did with Chris Ennis Photography & the Idiocracy of my own Nakedness in Winter.