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Circle Dance


Tell me why we dance the round

fingertips touching

feet on the ground.

This sweet wine tastes

of bitter allows

mother’s ruin,

sloes and arrows.

We spin around

and you leave me reeling,

the Judas kiss

was still deceiving.

I pledged to you

a barbed ring oath,

life shot me down

and stole your troth.


© Circle Dance  October 2014

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm


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