Dance and Poetry

My first manuscript “The Honeysuckle Collection” is almost ready to go off to the publishers! More than  80 poems and quite a few paintings and photos! Exciting!


for an advance viewing of one of my poems, here is the one I wrote for Alice Armstrong, for her local radio programme – all about Five Rhythms Dancing. To listen to me reading it listen to the programme



 My Dance 

Came nervously

Full of self conscious



 I remember those 12 judges  

Of long grey beards

That danced about me

In a tight circle


 Protecting me

From what dangers

I shall never know

They drew me in to myself


 And left me


Of human contact

Alone, and lonely too


 In the great city of Berlin

By a lover betrayed

I danced

My beauty


 And was seen

By a man from foreign parts

Looking on

He honoured me



 With words that


He had seen my essence

The romantic soul within



With tears    

My being began

To see itself

In this body, now


 And friends

They said, Come,

Beckoning to me

From the dance space they loved


 And frightened fawn

That I was

Said I, No

Over and over


 Till one day

My lyrical soul

Could bear it no more

To the dance


 It declared

And took me off

To the 5 rhythms

Space in the centre of our town


 Awkward, nervous

Painfully aware

Of the lover

Who betrayed


Dancing his heart out    5



Fully himself


 With every woman

But me

Blanking my hurting,

Bleeding heart


 And yet still I came

And danced my dance

Painfully, awkwardly

Dancing my loss


 Till one day

He was gone

And I was still dancing

Here in the space in the centre of our town


 Heart of our town

Clunky grey edifice

Unwieldy clumsy elephant

Amongst graceful remnants of our past


 Clunky grey edifice

Monday nights

You are redeemed

Holder of all of our hearts


 5 rhythms on a Monday  

I cannot begin to tell

The community

That lives within your grey walls


 My heart could tell you

If it could speak

It would speak of Love

Connection and Family


 It would speak of gratitude

It would speak of tears, of joy, and of fun

It would speak of brothers and sisters…

Of the real kind


 It would speak of a place

Where 70 souls

Blend into one

Their prayers lifting higher the air about them


 It would speak of a Love

So strong

It is palpable

That Love we all yearn for


At 5 Rhythms

On a Monday

In a clunky grey edifice

The heart of Totnes beats


Ever growing  

Ever vibrant

‘Tis a temple

To the future


Our community

It does grow

Strong in numbers

Strong in intent


To be the people

We have been waiting for

My dance

It is sacred


To Love

It is the dance

Of my soul

With my spirit


It makes my heart sing

Even when it is tears I find

It makes me touch heaven

With my wings


It lifts me

From my head

And brings me down

Into my feet


It beings life to my fingertips  


To my face

And enlivens the Love in my heart


5 rhythms dance space

Held in unconditional love

By She Who Would Community Found

We are the blessed


Who have come to her

From across the land

And across the oceans too

Our myriad experience do we bring


To our dance

With She Who Would Community Found

To our dance

To the centre of our being ness



They come

Sharp and furious

The friendship bonds


The women who love me

Support my process

See my vulnerability

And allow it to be


The men    

Whose very maleness

Awakens my woman

To passion, to full being ness


There are the ones who dance

Their full uninhibited self

The ones that hide their light

In shame


The ones whose grief

They wear as a flower

Upon their chest

And in whose eyes we all rest


The ones whose joy

Lifts us higher

And higher

Till we are spent


The ones whose communion

Is full of presence

With the one

Or with their chosen partner of the moment


The ones whose fatigue

Drags them


To the floor


And the ones    

Who would rage

Till all our passion

Is out


The writhing mass

Of loving bodies

When we know not

Whose arm, whose leg


All of us

It is

That we see

Here in this cameo


I today

You tomorrow

She next week

And he the day after


Would you

Be we

With us

In the heart of Totnes … ?


See the world in a flurry of colour

See the world in a theatre of movement

See the world in all its glory

Come a-dancing on a Monday night….


Hear the rhythm of your heart

Yea, and that of others


The love


Feel the felt sense of body

Your body

My body

Our bodies


Feel yourself

Feel alive

Feel vibrant as never before

Come a-dancing with the heart of Totnes


2 thoughts on “Dance and Poetry

  1. Thank you so much……beautiful poem that resonated right into my heart, soul and body. I am dancing my dance too 🙂

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