The Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt provides five words to incorporate in a poem. Sometimes, I don’t get on with the words at all, and it takes a lot of work to fit them all in. Sometimes they just jump into line of their own accord. This week was one of those times. The words are
BRAVE – TEND – PURE – LEAD – DANCE
Brave are those, or foolhardy,
Who let the pure ones lead them in the dance.
For the pure have no hearts,
Their souls are cloud wisps,
And their eyes of lake water
Are cold and deep enough to drown in.
I will dance with the wilderness,
Fire-furred and velvet-padded,
Where the river tends its own banks and the sea its shore,
Sing larksong with temerity and abandon,
Soar on wings strong as the bones of the mountain,
Take the hands scented with rose and the yellow gorse,
And never let them go.