The Raqs Sharqi Dancer
By Josephine Wood

She glides across the floor with jewelled feet,
Her yashmak showing sensual, dreamy eyes.
The rhythm stirs the blood – it raises heat
As slowly drum and dancer blend to sighs
Of those bewitched by her – she heeds the cries
From watchers, hypnotized by swaying hips.
She tantalizes, smiles and moistens lips,
As beads and sequins dazzle – cries for more;
A shimmy – then seductively she dips –
The drum beat stops – her veil drops to the floor.

This style of poetry is called a Dizain.
The Dizain originated in France and always has 10 lines.

I hear her laughing
She is standing in the kitchen
As we come in the back door

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This page is dedicated to my mother,
Josephine Marina Wood. 1934 - 2004

"Forever, I will miss your warmth and wisdom"