Sunday 12 January 2014

Mindful Writing 12 - Morris Dancers

Dim light filters from green and beige jellyfish lights; a venue without a gig. Dust rising from disturbed cabling and plastic blinds shine and shimmer in the rays. Concentration sealed with sweat on the brow; the men dance. Sticks bound with masking tape raise din triumph in the air. The new man watches, counts and jumps while standing; he is cold beneath his black beanie, munching on dry roasted peanuts. The accordionist plays on.


Disclaimer: Morris Men dance with bigger sticks

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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
Taking a moment of the day to notice what is happening

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