Monday, November 17, 2008

Dance of the Midwest Tornado - Cassandra Kaul

Dance of the Midwest Tornado

In a circle of women one stands out.
Her eyes flash in danger as she begins.
It is an ancient dance that consumes all.
The gold adorning her body begins to sway
As hips whip out in a rhythm unknown.
Her movements seem like a controlled chaos,
But it has become a buildup none can stop.
Beats start building with every twist and shake,
Coins clash together as breaths grow faster,
And drums roar and pound out the beat of her soul.
As sweat pours down the plains of her body,
Her body rips through the air perfectly
in sync, and she’ll twist and turn endlessly.
She stops. Coins settle and breaths slow, until next time.

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