She set her feet free, they scuffed the dusty earth, making clouds. She couldn't stop, round and round, her eyes closed. Golden wispy hair surrounded her, she held up her skirt, her bare feet danced, and danced, faster and faster, wild and free. The steady clap caught her in a dream. Only when she felt a soft hand on her arm did she stop, grinning impishly in the half light. The hustle and bustle of people hummed around them. His cheeky smile and twinkling eyes met with hers, and then they started, dancing , round and round, linking arms. The music drove into thier hearts, the quick jig made it impossible to keep still, knees high, feet and legs flying, they raced; they danced and danced until they could dance no more. Only then did they sleep; and sleep; under the stars and the trees, in the home they knew only too well.
A/N. This piece has now been professionally published in the Rough Island Bands latest album - 'This Island of Yours'
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