Song and Dance
The Monk's Tail (Chasing) a huitain
The milk and water monk got saved so strong,
red rosary clutched to repent each sin,
he scourged his back for his stained glass god's song
yet ev'ry howled word he sang high and thin
exalted the idol he'd raised within,
his mouth in the mirror a round black hole
through which each paean of praise would begin
in pure worship of his own handsome soul.
The old nun who had no religion rose,
leaping high to a midnight jumprope chant
held to the earth by the skin of her toes,
she turned in the sway of that sweet descant
heard by the innocent and aberrant
who drink the water and taste summer wine
who love and endure till the last star shows
for a heart of earth and a dance divine.
I first learned of the huitain adaptation of the ballade stanza from Kerry O'Connor at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, so I dedicate this one to her and that excellent site designed to challenge writers to write in all kinds of ways. Gemma Wiseman hosts this prompt at dVerse Poets, and the form is great fun to revisit.
Header image: Portrait of a Carthusian, by Petrus Christus, 1446
Footer image: Dancing Woman, by Ilya RepinBoth paintings public domain, via Wikipaintings.org