MOON DANCER

 

MOON  DANCER

 

A  prose  poem  by

 

ROBERT  DAVIDSON

 

Tonight  I  walk  the  beach  to  the  stone  jetty  where  my  boat  is  moored. Moonlight  caressing  waves  causes  a  quivering  pulsation  of  light  over  water.

 

Looking  out  over  the  curve  of  the  bay  I  see  the  moth-like  figure  of  a  girl  dancing  on  the  shore.  She  pirouettes,  advancing  retreating,  as  moonlit  waves  wash  shimmering   sand.  A  slight  wind  from  the  sea  blows  through  her  hair  moulding  her  dress  to  her  body.  Her  movements  captivate.

 

She  comes  up  to  me  and  all  woman  she  is.  Her  breasts  rise   and  fall  as  she  speaks  and  we  soon become  as  one  -  pressed  together  in  the  dance,  my  love-kiss  finding  her  mouth.  The  white  moon  at  full  inspires  emotion  and  for  a  night  she  becomes  my  passion  as  smooth  the  bare  flesh  I  feel  her  body  surrender.  She  cries  as  sensuality  washes  over  her  in  multiple  waves.  Her  breath  warm  in  my  ear.

 

This  is  where  I  belong,  spoke  my  heart.  But  many  are  the  moods  of  the  moon,  the  wind  having  risen  with  the  turn  of  the  tide.  And  as  a  moonbeam  glides  across  a  wave,  she  slips  from  me  saying,  I  never  said  forever.

 

My  heart  sinks  like  a  stone  flung  into  a  deep  pool.  She  drifts  away  from  me,  a  withered  leaf  on  the  edge  of  a  storm.  My  passion  shipwrecked,  my  voice  -  a  drowning  sailor’s  call.

 

Copyright  2006   robertdavidson

 

 

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

love the imagery
"She pirouettes, advancing retreating, as moonlit waves wash shimmering sand. A slight wind from the sea blows through her hair moulding her dress to her body. Her movements captivate."
Those lines especially

"She drifts away from me, a withered leaf on the edge of a storm."
love this
beautiful writing
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Amethyst Moon]

I love this piece, the imagery is truly breathtaking.

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

Awww, I really loved this one, beautiful! Everything about it called, the movements, the pictures, like an endless dance of moonlight, drifting slowly like a dream becoming, then when finally capturing your heart it's gone, the moonlights flown with the setting orb. Beautifully inked. Two lines really caught my attention, "advancing retreating" (loved the imagery these words created, almost like a waltz's steps) and "But many are the moods of the moon" I liked this line because it reminded me of the phases of the moon or it's faces it you will, it's smile, it's eyes, it's shadows, all in their own way makes me think of an emotion and I liked that you captured this here. Wonderful done. Maybe my favourite piece of your work, which already I enjoy so much. Thank you for sharing.

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

Awww, I really loved this one, beautiful! Everything about it called, the movements, the pictures, like an endless dance of moonlight, drifting slowly like a dream becoming, then when finally capturing your heart it's gone, the moonlights flown with the setting orb. Beautifully inked. Two lines really caught my attention, "advancing retreating" (loved the imagery these words created, almost like a waltz's steps) and "But many are the moods of the moon" I liked this line because it reminded me of the phases of the moon or it's faces it you will, it's smile, it's eyes, it's shadows, all in their own way makes me think of an emotion and I liked that you captured this here. Wonderful done. Maybe my favourite piece of your work, which already I enjoy so much. Thank you for sharing.

[lori c]

the images in here are delightfully clear, sensual, and captivating. my favorite line ,,,,but many are the moods of the moon.,,,, there should be a moment of silence here as preparation for the descent . though not wanting to believe it, instinctively one has to know what is to follow. excellent piece.