Sunday, 24 August 2014
Image of Notting Hill Carnival.
( Where I returned from earlier)
Sometimes the weight of the world
feels like an inflatable balloon, filled,
leaving a permanent scar,
like a tatooists signature.
But cordial jet streams, pass upstream too
heaving with notations, admission price zero,
turning down streets, flowing with rum
the afternoon thunders along, with the pulse
We join a carnival, follow sweet, perfumed air
a procession of celebration, high on hope,
dancing to the throb of bass and drum
voices laugh and sing, together we dance
as strong community spirit, is shared.
We drift, deeper and deeper
get lost in mists of perambulation,
to find the source within to rekindle
to store in our hearts, waves of spirit
that we hope, may never be erased,
from the rivers to the sea
in synchronisation we are free.
Posted by teifidancer at 22:21