Naked but for the crow

Form and contours
Posture she
A living sculpture
Using dance to move
To let us see

Thrown as if the sculptor
Returned to polish and
Cut out and mould and fashion
Lick into shspe by hand

The music has its vibrance
That a woodpecker might make
Might generate in a forest
With a little give and take

An evenness a symmetry
A harmony of soul
And with her relative nakedness
The bird is in control

The corvid’s ebony feathers
Clasping talons rock
A complete equilibrium
Which masks each naked shock

Rhythmic rawness congruent
With wind swept branches she
Together with her valiant crow
Dance in majesty

A mystery of proportion
No twist no stress no strain
Bending stooping swirling
A bosomy refrain

Perfection strongly favoured
And depicted in this way
Aligned to all things wonderful
About a bird today

COMPAGNIE LE GUETTEUR LUC PETTON

Dance with the crow

The corvid and his lady