Poem #4

Belly Dance #1

Stomach muscles

ripple flesh

into fluid circles of delight,

perfumed garden

and silky night

 

ancient enticement

sidles down

the spiral

 

and always the bellybutton

stillpoint at the centre

holy omphalos

that feeds the embryo.

 

I don’t dare

to do this dance.

Instead I stitch

baubles and beads

onto bold blocks

of sari silks and satins

bellybutton them

with embossed blazons

then circle them

with more stitchery

and couchings of gold.

Belly dance #1

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “Poem #4

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s