A Flutter (Praise Dance)
by Alicia Benjamin
First, a flutter.
Then I felt her shake and roll.
She shimmied--
vibrated her house,
my womb,
better than Billie Holiday’s vibrato.
She quivered and wiggled like she was at her first
camp meeting--
like she already knew how to praise and shout
with her Indian red,
flickering body.
GiGi was a dancer in my dreams
before she was born.
Cappuccino Soul
4 comments:
Oh, how beautiful and precious. Thank you, that brought back good memories.
Anne,
I'm glad it brought back good memories for you. It helped me to read again. It's a hopeful and joyous moment from the past.
I know a great piece of poetry when I read it. Great stuff. I have put a link to your site from mine cuz I think you just became one of my favorite bloggers. Keep on Keeping on!
Duane,
Thanks so much for the compliment man. I really appreciate it. I will definitely keep on doin' what I do. You do the same.
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