Dancing With an Angel at Phat's Jazz Club by Mateo (Robert) off

Dancing With Angels.

Once in a while
fold back the colours of final dreams
and enter behind
the moonstones you find there concealing
a land of angelic
enchantment where spiritual dancing
is always allowed,
marking sensual rapture's advance
around angels.

Seek Flora's cloud
Queen of the Feys, she of the stardust
smile, gossamer dress,
finest of ribbons sweet fragranced with musk,
her rose-petalled hair
in fair coiled cascades hung in loose curls
bound up in brightness,
is there now, waiting to be unfurled
for your delight.

Ask her to dance,
as she sways, ethereal music
embroiders her glance,
helps you unwind, entrances and loosens
a locked earth-bound view
and mystically opens Togetherland
which, fairy-hued
unfolds as you hold her angelic hand
outstretched to you.

Dancing with angels
Is high on the list when poets fancy
time spent with the muse
and not to be missed they take a chance,
to step on Fey's floor
and take her in dance, feeling magic occur
as fairy-bliss heightens
will make nothing else seem to be worth
more than just this.

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Sally Plumb
Wishful thinking for me. Beautiful idea.
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Marilese
Exactly the subject, the rhythm and rhyme and song that touch my heart and make all the fairies dance for me. I love the comments already given and only wish to add a big thank you. Warmest regards, Marilese
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Sana Rose
An enchanting dance, Fay... The poet's dance... Loved it..
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Alison Cassidy
Your poem captures the sort of magic I see each week as my three and four year olds wave their fairy wands and trip the light fantastic to harp and flute. Oh that we could all forget are age and return to a time before imagination has been blocked by fear and grownupmanship. You use the word 'fey' twice in this poem. Methinks a more appropriate spelling might be Fay - for it is you, dear Fay, who has opened the door to a Peter Pan world of moonbeams and fairy dust. Blissful penning! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Carl Harris
Your imagery in this beautiful poem was wonderfully expressive and quite exquisite as well, Fay. And it's so true for us poets that nothing else is worth more than that one special moment! Carl.
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kath
A delightfully spun wonderland of mystery and magic ending in two special words - just this. Sublime!!!!! :) kath xxxxxxxxx
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T A Ramesh
Indeed it is wonderful and making me elated in such a state of rapture dancing with the angels!
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Mike
Haunting and erotic... the faeries are out today...
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Nikunj
I am enamoured with the images and the expressions ...1. Folding back colors of final dream and raptur's advance around angels ...gives this piece a true angelic attire , shimmering in moonshine ...along the stars... 2.the queen described so elegantly makes the readers to be spellbound .... 3. An outstretched angelic hand inviting and creating the moments in destiny ...this is some superlative imagination ... 4. finally the bliss that is peerless...uncomaprable and unthikable ....wow is the word ...
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carol
magical, dancing with a fey
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Sandra Martyres
This is wonderful Fay- Dancing with Angels...a dance with one's muse will definitely set the poetry in motion...Excellent
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