One
Kilt pleats swing, the world
whirls off-balance and centers
over clashing swords.
Two
Again, the grace and
mind-clearing pain of beat and
pure concentration.
Three
Once more, weight swings in
angles round the pivot point
of clean bright blades crossed.
Notes:
We danced sword eight times this evening in rehearsal. I considered writing eight haiku, but stopped at three.
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