Cement Girl

I'm am, in no way, a poem connesiour or however you spell it. I only read it occassionally.

But this. this...


Seth wrote it. And i adore it. I printed it off today to tape up on my wall.

I asked him who it was about, and he said no one.

and i wished it was about me.


Hold off the Philistine battle!
Stop all ye marching the war-ridden route,
Stop your carousing and gather about –
She’s spinning! She’s spinning! She’s spinning again!
She’s dancing and spinning! Miraculous blend
Of fairness and softness and flower-strewn hair,
So long and full curled and released in the air!
Catch all the brightness shone new in her face,
‘Hold, all the badness in living’s erased!
Surge the sweet-singing of memories lost,
Melted away like a summer day’s frost.
Fall in her whirlwind and catch her embrace,
Feel heaven and bliss fall like tears from her face,
‘Hold, all the badness in living’s erased.
New birth and new morning both drip from her tongue –
She’s spinning! She’s dancing! The healing’s begun!
See spring follow song on the ground her feet patter –
She’s dancing and spinning the cosmos together!
The wid’ning gyre ‘comes a powerless fable,
Noon follows night and death grows unstable.
Catch how the daylight reflects ‘gainst the earth,
How day follows day in perpetual birth!
And see her there – dancing – alone in the sun,
All this time dancing
Yet barely begun.