There’s nothing like a country bear dancing at the county fair. Joining in, a city sow twirling to a graceful bow. Hand-in-hand promenade stance, two partners, ready to dance. A two-step wiggle-bop, jumping to a wobble-hop. Polly pocket shuffle scoot, showing off in leather boots.
Hallo's Eve comes once a year when certain creatures reappear. Pumpkin faces scare the dead, filling ghouls full of dread. Jack-O-Lanterns fool the gnome, we're disguised, free roam. Around the corner, house insight, dare we run with all our might. Safe inside, we dance with glee. Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.
Rhonda Bronte Brown is a National Board-Certified Teacher and retired teacher/counselor whose work has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, The Trouvaille Review, Meat for Tea, The Orchards Poetry Journal and The Best Haiku 2025 international anthology and several online journals. She holds both a BS and a Master’s degree and writes children’s literature and poetry exploring nature, SEL, and STEM.
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Sorry I saw this so late Rhonda. Glad I still had a chance to see and enjoy this beautiful and lyrical invitation to hear about your characters dance moves. Good Luck.
Fun!
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Thank you so much! Rhonda
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Sorry I saw this so late Rhonda. Glad I still had a chance to see and enjoy this beautiful and lyrical invitation to hear about your characters dance moves. Good Luck.
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Thank you, it was fun and hard to write.
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