Midden Dance
The full moon rising dwells
On gloaming cockle shells
Pearls of a sandy constellation
Exposed by ebb-tide migration
When a lapwing’s sudden cry
Cause oystercatchers fly
Beyond the shore’s expanse
To where waders on a midden dance
And dance and dance
A Sufi’s trance
In the morning she came
Bronzed legs and flaming mane
To stoop in indigo pools
And pluck the muscled fools
A thigh-hitched sensuous drill
Of loose lucent damp-cotton twill
The heron’s second glance
To where waders on a midden dance
And dance and dance
A Sufi’s trance
Startled by the flooding light
The vision lost in sudden flight
Just then a gentle southern squall
Of rippled hopes brings recall
As a sea-breeze scent of her surround
And all my senses held spellbound
I wandered down and asked perchance
To go where waders on a midden dance
And dance and dance
A
Sufi’s trance.
©R Derham 2015
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