Guided by moonlight
Spilling from the shadows
Predawn mania commences
Dancing silhouettes unveiled by streetlight,
Curtains part to spectate the welcomed ruckus.
Energetic drumming coaxed gyrating hips,
Paint, mud and oil smeared bodies in fervour
Steelpans clang in harmony
As bands of colours trot downstage.
Molasses-slicked devils dragged by
Lock and chained waists as they
Wildly dance despite restraints.
Telltale stilts alert all
Of the Moko Jumbie.
Necks crane in wonder
At his backbends and jigs.
Bodies hang off balconies
Offering money as tribute.
Alcohol stained breaths
Intoxicate the air,
The crowd sways
As mas is made.
An audience gathers,
The gayelle is filled.
The men begin their carray.
Bois crack and flambeaus flicker,
Chantwells are sung and bongos roll
Spectators call for blood to spill.
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Raindrops
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
