Light sacrificed for music
batteries exchanged
blazing twigs, fire-dance
staccato rhythms pulsing
delicately across a starless sky.
Bopping, crouching
stalk-dancing
open-air floor
of broken rock.
Slow-motion dance
picking-posture
with high-heeled boots
cowboy hat
tassels of wollen hair
and the New Moustache
in green binder twine
held up by a grin.
The original moustache was lost.
Lot in the bushes with his virginity;
must get them back.
You can't have him - he's mine!
Bonfire blazing
melting presence
for chattering guests
while spark-night,
ubiquitous stars of the moment.
Still the beat
time-trickles
shadow pickers
rock-pick-dance.
County Kilkenny 2001
