Crimson’s Creative Challenge #109 @Alluring dancer of myth and tale

In this clearing I dance alone

the other trees call me Salome

though in other lands, in other times

with my Maenad sisters arms entwined

danced for the God of wine and fertility

once a goddess of dance and poetry

but while my flesh looks old and gnarled

my arms and trunk still lithe uncurl

to a rhythm unleashed by the breeze

dancing for an audience of trees