Just For You Poetry

Butter creaming almond orange
musicians tap a fun folk pace
crescent moon cookie smiles
bursting with sugar and spice.

Dancers bounce floorboards
like rubber kaleidoscope balls
rioting rhythm to violin’s
haunting harmonic thrust.

A dimpled woman child
blond, breathlessly beautiful
pulls me on the dancing floor
to choreograph and colour

Rolls of red cloved cabbages
churns of blue vein cheese
slivers of silver herrings
twists of green spruce trees

As spumes of yellow blue tide
swirl skirts and nostalgia
tripping the light fantastic
to a plaintive cuckoo call.

We leave night full mooning
on birch tree’s memory’s swing
her white limbs outstretched
to a Northern Light sky

As we home call our children
their blond hair bobbing with sleep
car purring Swedish ancestry
to our Australian dream time.


© Karin Anderson, 2013.