'Bull-Dancers', a Poem

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ysabetwordsmith hosts these wonderful events called Poetry Fishbowls; at her most recent one, I was fortunate enough to request a poem (written in a metrical pattern with the utterly cool name of Classical Hendecasyllable), and she also kindly posted the free poem "Memories of Wind and Clay".

Just guess what my poem is about. :)



Bull-Dancers

He comes. Distantly, bellows echo. Bull. God.
We wait, trembling, awed and silent. Youths. Maids.

Bull-God, galloping ringward, rumbles. What horns!
Palms. Chalk. Sweaty still. Grab the horns and – Heave! Leap!

Land well. Scattering, dodging charges, we flee.
Safe, safe! Holiness touches dancers. We kneel.

Each year, sacrifice blesses those who dare dance.
Flesh. Grace. Touching His power briefly, we fly.

-- ysabetwordsmith