The misty drizzle,
the primal playing
of passionate drums,
the hymn of familiar voices,
that roared like the flame
and crackled like the fire.
I tossed myself inside the static
collective choir,
diffused into the moonlight,
And danced like the fervid feverish night
Posted Oct 25, 2016, 1:31 AM UTC
This is great, I feel like it could describe a primal war dance, an urban drunken jovial fray, or an elicit orgy!
I was going for a primal war dance and the extending the idea of being part of a collective tribe out to losing a sense of self and more or less becoming pure primal emotion. Thank you for the kind words, really.
This made me feel as if I was performing a traditional native dance around a bonfire.
This is exactly what I was trying to describe. Glad you picked it up.
I don't know if this was the intention, but this absolutely makes me think of passionate naughty night-time activities. That being said, I really loved this. Your word choice and rhyme surprised me. This is short, but I've read it three times and it gets better each time. Keep it up!
Thank you! It means a lot to me to hear reassuring words like yours.