Dance

While algae’s greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.

They’ve never liked each other much
Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch.
I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss,
But I’d doubt all reports of this.
There’s rumors, too, they even love–
What can these fools be thinking of?

Our dance may tease some fears away
And help some find kind words to say.
It’s safer meeting through disguise
When gazing in each other’s eyes.
They won’t forget what each has done,
But from the present, who can run?

We’ll have that dance, no matter what.
True, worried folks must worry, but
Tonight we’ll take a chance on change.
Let something, somewhere rearrange,
Then, whether they like it or not,
They’ll get the love they’ve always got.


Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mark Walters is hosting with the theme of funny stories arising from real life situations. I’ve been all of the people, and the fanciful ones as well, in this poem at one time or another taking a chance on change sometimes without realizing it.

Photos: “The Color Green”, above, and “Spring”, below.

Spring

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