Chaos

Poem written for a friend.  DA friends might have read it already :-)

Chaos

With a swirl and a twirl and a romp-stomp-slam
A slip and a slide and a crash-boom-bang
in the swinging, moving, pulsing mass is
a breathing puffing, pushing lass
she steps to the front and swerves to the right
her partner swings and she holds on tight
round they go and around again
through twirling, swirling women and men
he lets her go then he grabs her back
their legs keep movin' while their arms go slack
the crescendo builds and the pace gets hotter
she almost slips but he's still got'er
one more step, then a jump and FREEZE!

... and in the sudden silence, she laughs with glee.

He bows, she curtsey's, they smile at each other
he takes a breath: - "D'ya fancy another?"

Sezmeralda and the Agent of Trouble

(1st Edition)

Sezmeralda and the Agent of Trouble

In the City of Sails, in Jafa-land
where the weather is just a game
there hides a modern witch-like woman
and Sezmeralda is her name.

She came from further south
and she's a strange one it is true.
She lives in a cave on the edge of town,
her friends are good but few.

She is a bit like a Discworld witch:-
a practical woman, though grumpy.
Her friends turn to her now and again
when their own roads get too bumpy.

Her magic is music and song and dance
and a damn good listening ear
and though she's reclusive she cares a lot
and can be called on through the year.

One evening she left her cave
for a night of jovial drinking
and that is where she met The Agent
who asked her "Vat are you sinking?"

The Agent had a merry eye
and a funny, mischievous nature
and although her name was Trouble,
Sezmeralda just couldn't hate her.

The two were very different
and yet somehow the same,
The Agent was a people person
while Sez forgot their names,

They both were practical people
and worked well with their hands
they shared a similar humour
but were from different lands.

Their friendship grew at a steady pace -
they'd often share a meal,
then one evening they both agreed
that there was more to feel.

And so began a whirlwind
of emotion, fun, and fears.
But in truth they weren't made to match -
it would only end in tears.

The Agent is a mover
and motion is her style,
Her trouble is always welcomed
though she stays for just a while,

And the witch she is a stayer
with her music in her cave,
and company she will not keep
though closeness she doth crave.

The Agent was the first to see
while the witch she closed her eyes.
Eventually Trouble declared:-
It's time to break the ties.

And so they parted ways -
not without some pain
and their story it is over now - at least

          until we meet again.