On the eleventh day of the poetry challenge the theme is The Future. This is an interesting theme as quite often I write about past and present experiences. For this challenge I have chosen to write in the third person about an imagined Future Self who goes by the name of Tula…
Two soles pound the clay-like sand
Each thud echoing the grounded drum beat
Ankle chain charms chinking hypnotically
The clammy heat gleaming like bindis on her forehead
Her cheeks aglow with the fire of expression
This is the dance of creation.
What it is to harness the hungry strength of her spirit,
to stamp her soul into the thirsty earth!
They were waiting for her coming.
Now mesmerised by the dancing ribbons of her energy
Metamorphosing with each moment
Circles, squiggles and twists
Curving and spiralling towards the admiring stars
The flames of her aching loins powering each affirming step
Her wild passion flower heart aligned with the rugged beauty surrounding her
Beating to the calling of the cheering constellations
She has arrived.
And she trusts the calling of the universe.