Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirts
It seemed the air
Lifted her higher

Sheets of fabric
Rustled against her skin
Reminding her how thin

Life was
Without dance
And subtle movement

In a trance
She heard violins
Break the dawn

She had crafted from dreams
That settled in her chest
The night before

And as the stars began to sing
She settled in
And woke up

The dream sifted from her eyelids
Like my mother softened flour
For cake

And she forgot about
Dancing with too many skirts
Instead, she wore the hurts

She’d been carrying for too long
Coffee scented city air
Called out to her

From the window
Jasmine scented clouds of calm
Rested on tree-tops

She had no time
To rest on
It was gone

Her heart felt fuller
That day
She danced a little

Not knowing why
While she trailed softer feet
To a café filled with

Sweet deserts
To cool a burning heart
Filled with gentle swaying smiles

She had the strangest impression
As she walked away
Of a smiling universe



swirling skirts

Published by LughLana

Hey there. My name is Ash. Whenever I feel lost or confused, I write. This blog is a project in releasing the poetry I would have kept locked up inside, otherwise. It's pronounced 'LOU-lah-NA.' Enjoy your visit!

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