Slow Dancing

The moonlight was our magic,
when we danced in its glow.
Although the world is sometimes tragic,
we kept on dancing slow.
We were in a world of make believe,
like a story book romance.
The spiders also began to weave,
to and fro, to our rhythmic dance.

Mary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.