Her feet tumbled over each other in sharp grace,
Like rounded pebbles on the bed of a stream.
The taboo of her quickening pace,
Are the results of a taut rythmic string,
Eyes pulled at her partners
In duelling hypnotic glaze,
A harsh flirt,
Her hips, a rough seduction
Of undulating rolls
Encouraged by the taunts of shrill sirens,
She moved with a wantonness
Belying her years.
His eyes held hers in
A commanding stare,
A peacocks stance.
Preening at his moment of triumph,
Stamping out his glee
At her elusive trance.
Moments of uncertainty
Are covered by the beats of the drum,
His chase as seductive and wild
As the flair of her skirts,
Giving her this arrogance
Of sure conquer.
And as the music heats,
And sweet songs caress the air,
The bond of courting
Through the eyes of the pair
Are stronger than the now,
As it carries itself
Perfumed with sweat, joy and pain,
Through the vessels of these
Bele dancers
– Alisha St. Claire
That’s goooooooooood!
Very beautiful poem against the background of the best photo of a bele scene. So well captured. It would be great to hear the music in the background as one reads the poem or listens to the poem being read. This is great.
love it Alisha
intriguing piece…………………. am loving it
Dis is wat we the youth capable of bringing to the table…TALENT…SOUL….we got it so let’s not waiste it….one love…keep doing ur thing sis…you own it….love….abi…
respect goes out to u dats true talent keep on doing ur thing u are definately the boss
I’m touched…
this brings out a sweet meaning of one of our cultural dance
Very lovely Alisha!
This is lovely. The soul of the dance captured in words.