Monday, March 3, 2008

Week 2 of the 40 days of poetry project



Song I danced to long ago

Play it again, just for me

Find the rhythm with nimble fingers

Lure forth Terpsichore from her slumber.


Does the rhythm still move you?

What would it take to shake you?

Hips swirling like smoke, henna-ed hands?

Lips glossy with honeyed words?


Make me feel that doumbek strike

Lure me with masmoudi beat

Make my fingers yearn for zills

And then yell “Yalla Habibi!”


And when I am taken up in it

And I undulate under your skin

Will you keep the beat steady

And zaghareet for me?


(c) Stacie Ferrante

3-3-08

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