Dancing in Quicksand

Hello Poetry Lovers

Well, we’re on the tip of Halloween and I’d like to feature Sharron Green’s very striking piece Dancing in Quicksand.

As well as its nightmarish tones, there are twists of other emotions too, making it a very clever poem. Do read on for this atmospheric piece

Dancing in Quicksand

Aeons ago we came to the ball,
a nightmare from which there’s no leaving.
Like a stuck record we spin in a groove,
so dizzy now that we’re heaving.

The ballroom once splendid is tarnished,
the crystal and gold have been scuffed,
in our finest we stood, eating all that we could,
and now it’s all gone we are stuffed.

The band plays a Titanic medley
as chairs round the dance floor swap places,
the ballgowns bob In the bubbling mud
as we stare at the horrified faces.

What we need is a fairy godmother,
to whisk us back with a gaze so adoring,
to the days when our planet was healthy,
and our politics simple and boring.