The Ritual by Francesca Knowles

posted in: Poetry 2012 | 0


As stick pounds skin 
Calmness strikes me
Energetic surges of pulsating madness
Yet my body is relaxed
My brain elated
My ears welcoming
My being proud.
Warm hands, strong grip,
Triplets and straight eighths 
(and a splash, to lighten the mood), swings
to the upbeat,
I relish the sound
And feel the rhythm resounding through me.
So few things give me such strength as that of music.
Let the drums keep beating
And the music play on.
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