Strictly Story
on Sheila Ash (India), 27/Nov/2016 07:37, 34 days ago
A dialog of voices round a table offers choicesfor a poet sitting searching for that all illusive rift.As Saturday night to Sunday morning shifts along without much warningwhat poetry is there forming from sounds which coexistto set themselves adrift in a form that will persist like those of Dumas?The TV is on for Strictly so maybe I can quickly get some words down.But distracted by reactions in the Twitter stream to dancesI succumb to interactions with some faceless clown.He thinks Ed Balls’s a winner instead of a beginnerShe grins at Judge Rinder as he tries to convince herthat the panel isn’t biased by scoring Louise the highest in the cha cha cha.Ed nudges closer to a zero making him a bigger hero in the public gaze.They watch bemused like Darcy by low scores from Craig’s harshlyraised paddle while continuing to babble about Danny Mac’s 40s.Now they miss the best of stories, all the flashing flights of glorycoming from the greatness of Claudia’s strength and straightness.They even fail to fathom AJ’s disguise of the chasmbetween the levels of their hips amidst amazement at the lifts leaving us all a-gaga.Their acrobatic Argentine tango to sultry sounds from one pianoplaying Cry Me a River sending me into a shiver as they beautifully deliverto Justin Timberlake. I’m waiting for the room to shake. Not for a 36!I look askanced at it, a mistake perchance is it? Utterly entranced by it,I would say it’s perfect, no way to correct it, they should have got a 10 for itProfessionals give praise for it, AJ take a bow for it - ta-dah!© Sheila Ash, 2016Posted 27thNovember 2016ashramblings