They stood together
quietly talking
not saying what is in
their heart
just words repeated
from one to another
trying to reason with the
scene at hand
She danced to her own
tune quietly
spins with twirls gently
on the stones
a hum in her throat
combined with
twinkling in her eye
creates a canvas
Those around her
whisper words of envy
for they haven’t the
will to display such a dance
for they hide in their
own dark shadowed walls
and yet, long to display
what they think is valid
Her hair flies in the
wind, gentle curls frame her face
delight is conveyed in
her girlish structure as she
continues her dance in
the square - they watch
unaware of their
glaring eyes she now bows -
as she finishes her
dance of daydreams
- Rhoda Galgiani
- Rhoda Galgiani