Every muscle aching - stretched out like a wet rag spun round to squeeze out the water. Limbs heavy with exhaustion, grumpy from dancing - throwing myself at the beat.
Every muscle aching - stretched out like a wet rag spun round to squeeze out the water. Limbs heavy with exhaustion, grumpy from dancing - throwing myself at the beat.
I stand back, way back
Dancing in the middle of the floor.
Everyone watching, they clap
Standing between me and the door.
I’m in the middle
Yet somehow outside.
The centre of the riddle
But missing pieces inside.
I’m shining out grand in all directions,
Waiting to make some small connections;
To tie myself down to this time and this place,
To show something more than a frown on this face.
- Monique Ewen
