Topic: Writing and Poetry
I recently found this again on my dA (deviantART) account; TigerOfSpirit, and decided to share it here. I don't remember when I wrote it, but I think it was about a year ago or so. I wrote it while reminiscing about PSG.
Drum Circle
Pungent sweet aromas of earth, wood and smoke
Rhythms on djembe and the trance it invokes
Firelight casting shadows 'cross the envious trees
A hint of sage and nag champa clings to the breeze
Nymph and satyr rise to the sway of the sound
Writhing and twirling, their deep wildness unbound
Fingers and palms pound ardently on the skins
As if the swell of the crescendo never will end
Tauntingly, a bodhran adds its voice to the beat
Capricious in tempo, no dancer dare retreat
Nay, their resolve merely strengthens their pace
Stirring up the magic in this once tranquil place
And on and on through the night do they play
The drummers and dancers, each having their way
'Til the rhythm falters and the trance is broken
The dancer now surrenders, these final words spoken
"Thank you, drummers" - say the dancers with glee
"Thank you, dancers" - say the drummers "And blessed be!"