SPRINGS

Morris dancers

bells on ankles

flutter ribbons

here and there

jitterbugs and

pirouettes, they

make their stamp

upon the square.

Coloured streamers

whoops and beamers,

dreamers wondering,

what’s on there, in the

ancient village centre

as they jump into the

air, whooping in their

practiced flair, drawing

glances from the lassies

coming in to see the fair.

Morris dancers

bells on ankles

flutter ribbons

here and there

jitterbugs and

pirouettes, then

foot falls stamp

upon the square

◄ VOICES IN AN ELEVATOR

GLADSTONE DOCK (1950s) ►

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keith jeffries

Fri 13th Mar 2020 20:22

Philipos,

Another excellent poem this time depicting something significantly English in every sense of the word. Well written. You have the ability to take the reader with you. In this case I was on the village green where I first saw Morris Dancers as a boy.

Thank you
Keith

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