The Dance Castle In the tower, prose drawn soft As a pavane across the nerves Charms the royal mind, preserves Through dance of mannered measure, Grace from coarser threads of pleasure. This warrior's prize, a wrought delight Now wrested from the stem of light Remembers saurian domination; Some Jurassic pulse roars invitation Constant under all the bones And bloated keeps of these politer tones, Curves descent into the rising line. Its rhythms lure us down the spine, Enthrall us in the flexing agon: The princess dreams the Dragon Partner; in their nightly cave of trance They celebrate the eldest dance, Emblazon patterns deep, aloft. Joe Wrobel |