one word hepburn: neck
go figurein the eights
the vines
in which you found her
distillate joys
down the twining
valleys
pressure points,
muse in waiting
wuthering dance
passion play
pastoral
littoral
convincing
amulet.
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posted by murat11 at 8:20 PM
6 Comments:
Love the lute and the amulet around the neck. The place of passion plays and wandering, wuthering dance. This is a great poem to dance to.
Teresa: Did you dance to it? How cool that would be. The instrument was meant to be a theorbo, for its long, Audrey Hepburn-like neck, an instrument one of my nephew's actually plays.
I danced in my chair, and I can imagine the moves. The old knees hurt today, so I can't give it the choreographic interpretation that it deserves and that does justice to Audrey Hepburn's prowess.
Joy purified? Vale interwoven with vines, an amulet to keep the tide from rising above the high water mark when the wind roars through?
The poem is fun just for the sound and feel and then I have an adventure wandering through wikipedia looking for meanings just in case you have hidden something....
Teresa: I love chair-dancing: everybody looks cool in the genre - a good choice.
Dee, chica: I ain't never hiding something: if it's hiding, it's hiding from you and me.
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