The Dance Carol Grimes a song in praise of Marc Chagall.
I imagine that we, had never agreed to go our separate ways.
I’m not drowning in water my body’s not porous as only the lonely can be.
I am flying in heavenly moments, not counting the time or the cost.
Don’t wait for me, you will not see –
The one you assume was lost.
Dizzy wants to dance – Strike up the Band Under a round yellow sun.
Twisting and turning She’s yearning for love – To the beat of her personal drum.
She gave her heart to a red fiddler –
A blue violin tucked under his chin, A ring in his nose. A dance in his toes.
They dance till the notes run dry
Long is the night – she spins delirious
Blue notes on the wind –
Let’s dance all three The Cockerel, the fiddler- the artist & Dizzy – Dance till the notes run dry…
Dizzy you see wanted to be a Gipsy tipsy with the dance.
Whirling and twirling With a Cockerel as purple
As Damsons in autumn all ripe with the sun
The artist slips sunbeams, into smiles as he shows her.
A bouquet of flowers red, yellow and blue.
For this woman as green –
as the leaves in the morning after a shower of rain
Long is the night She spins delirious
Blue notes on the wind
Lets dance all three The Cockerel, the fiddler- the artist & Dizzy – Dance till the notes run dry…
June 3rd 2022. Kings Place Kings Cross London.
Below Kings Place Kings Cross a birthday concert for Ian Shaw.
Bubbles in my garden June 5th 2022.
Singing for Arike. June 16th.
Singing for Arike June 16th.
Above Lunch at Sara’s then back to my home. Looking after Milo for Lorna… in his own bed! Ella in a sunny spot.
Below June 26th. Blow The Fuse. Hackney London.
Below Pip & Phoebes dogs in Lewisham June 27th
Below Sunflowers & a visiting Fox. Tuesday 28th June. 2022. And Coffee.
