Belly Dance #1
Stomach muscles
ripple flesh
into fluid circles of delight,
perfumed garden
and silky night
ancient enticement
sidles down
the spiral
and always the bellybutton
stillpoint at the centre
holy omphalos
that feeds the embryo.
I don’t dare
to do this dance.
Instead I stitch
baubles and beads
onto bold blocks
of sari silks and satins
bellybutton them
with embossed blazons
then circle them
with more stitchery
and couchings of gold.
Another stunner. Both the words and the work.
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And another thank you for your encouragement
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Oh that it is spectacular piece and I love the poem. I studied belly dancing for like a minute and am so fascinated by it.
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I am also fascinated by belly dancing. Once watched a live performance and marvelled at how the did it
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I love your enthusiasm, Tierney
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