There is magic in the shadows,
as they dance towards each other,
no stiff muscles, no canes needed,
unless it’s part of the dance.
There is magic in the light too,
casting shadows towards each other.
What’s important is not the physics,
but the frisson of the dance.
/ / /
This poem was written to the photo prompt above, In the Shadows – Prompt #48, from Poetic Bloomings.
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OK, I admit it: I had to look up “frisson” — and am glad I did! It’s a PERFECT word for this poem, Richard. Lovely!
Paula, thank you. Not sure where exactly it came from; must thank my muse for that one!
Richard
Me too. Had never herd of the word.
‘frisson.’ Well written, Richard
Mary, thank you. Glad you liked the poem.
Richard
I like this one; it’s perfectly thought out.
Misky, thank you. I’m always trying to go in a different direction.
Richard