Luminesce braided her spun-gold hair with sprigs of sweet-smelling lavender. She tied the end with a sunlight ribbon. She pulled a light, airy deep blue gown shot through with glints of silver and gold over her head. The gown fell exactly into place – no pulling or scrinching – just gazing her ankles, almost touching the mossy floor. The material felt soft and electric against her skin. A dress for dancing.
Her eyes were alit with a fiery sparkle. She lived to dance. To spin wildly in concentric circles every closer to the bonfire. To swing out, away from the shrieks of burning wood. Spiraling off into the audience. Owl blinked her ghost-light eyes in approval. Raccoon, ever stealthy behind his mask, gave her a standing round of ovation, clapping his paws together with a frenzied delight. Skunk’s white stripe glowed in the shimmery darkness. She kept her tail down. Luminesce’s performance was stunning not stinky.
Moonlight and firelight illuminated the darkened woods. Trees dripped strings of leafy lights. The sky flowed in deep blue waves like her gown. Pricked with a million sparks of star light. Sometimes her dance was smooth and dreamy. Others were gyrating, flashing like strobe lights. Danced until the moon slipped away, and the sun crept in. She disappeared in lightning fast swirl. The audience agreed that this was the best performance yet. And all pledged to be back tomorrow night.
Written, very much in free form/free fall, for SoCS: Light (Friday 4/Saturday 5 September 2015).