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Today’s prompt is to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop. I took the latter idea as inspiration for this poem. And a day later, this poem was featured as a “charming poem for Day Seventeen presents a rather common weather phenomenon from a quirky and graceful point of view.”

When halo comes to dance around the fireball, we know
soon Uncle T will come out in his thundering voice and, we
cannot wait to go dancing and pattering on the roofs below.

There is really no hiding from Uncle T. He will bark until
everyone comes out to the arena. Sometimes, he brings along
his friend, who shoots blaze to kickoff celebrations of falling.

We all stand out veiled in grey satin from the spectators below.
We wait until the weeping willow trees have their leaves turned
upward. Then we skid off, one by one, then in groups, to earth.

Our favourite dancing spot is the umbrella. From there we can
peek closely at humans as we slide to the next boogying place.
The roof is a fun place too. One can create groovy metal songs.

On lucky occasions, we encounter human dancing partners
who will let us break dance on their faces, tongues and hands.
Their childlike auras keep us dancing for many days to come.

We love being the dancing reason for those living under.
Sometimes they run away from us, scared to touch and feel.
But it’s fine. We know that not every day is a dancing day.

Copyright © 2019, Gloria D. Gonsalves. All rights reserved.


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