NEW SONG VIDEO ‘ HER DANCING SHIRT

 


HER DANCING SHURT, A NEW SONG
It was a windy day, my green shirt on the line was dancing wildly in the Spring sunshine.
I used to teach dance, I used to do cartwheels on the beach, I was always the first one on the floor to dance at a party, but all I could do was watch the crazy, wild dance moves my shirt was making as it was knocked hither and thither by the breeze, for my body was paralysed, my feet stuck to the floor, my whole body throbbing in agony.
I wrote a poem about the so stark juxtaposition between my dancing shirt and my decades long immobility.
This song, was composed by my husband, based on that poem, trying to express the sadness and yet the jauntiness of the shirt shifting about so freely lifts the music too.







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