This is my third rewrite of this poem. any comments I will accept. thanks floria


Dance Of The Flames

The glowing flames leap in the hearth,
Dancers in red tights and gold gowns.
Swirling and jumping with elegant grace,
As they move to the crackling sounds.

They twist and twirl over flaming logs
Their arms reaching out to take hold.
Partners then, they chose for themselves,
And a breath taking dance now unfolds.

The tango, a passionate dance,
With rhythm the dancers entwine.
Their wonderful movements excite me,
As the music and beat they define.

Next begins the sweet song of ballet,
As the flickering flames hypnotize .
On dainty toes they pirouette,
Their fingers reach to the skies.

Exhausted their energy dwindles,
And the dance floor of logs turns to ash.
Costumes turn blue, as the heat fades away,
Then finally the dance floor will crash.

What's left behind, just smoldering logs,
As the stunning dancers retire
Disappear in the night, gone, their light,
The flames die down and expire

Floria aka strbbux