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Susan McElroy

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Poems and Short Stories

I Saw Them Dancing

They were twirling and twirling at the top of the stairs.

Swaying and stepping like Fred Astaire

And Ginger on a movie set - orchestra playing.

I saw black tails, white ties and taffeta swaying.

In my mind’s eye lights dimmed, a spotlight shone down.

The music had caught them and spun them around

And around in this space where one seldom danced

But today in the market between vegetable stands

Four feet marched to a beat all their own

Tapping out rhythms – stepping into the zone

Where the rest of the world just drops away

Where the moment is perfect to swing and to sway

A synchronization of hips, hearts and joy

This is the life we are meant to enjoy.

I watched as they slowed to a final embrace

Then moved away through the crowd at a leisurely pace

Like nothing had happened, like the magic I’d seen

Had been packed away as if it never had been.

Oh, but I know better I know where it lies. 

I know finding your self is the single most prize

That’s bestowed on our spirit and placed in our heart.

So when the music arrives we know the dancing must start.



-written upon hearing a friend recount her spontaneous dancing with her husband.

My Children Are On Fire

“My children are on fire,” the woman stated with no fear or distress.

A collective gasp came from the crowd. Followed by anguished cries.

 Waving a hand she quieted them. “No, I’m pleased, and I must confess

It’s glorious when I wake in the morning and behold the spark in their eyes.

My darlings see the world through a passionate flame. Opportunity at every turn.

They sparkle, twirl and stretch toward the heavens. Warmth fills my bursting heart.  

I swear I can hear them crackle and snap as they search for each lesson to learn.

Their minds are ablaze, burning for knowledge, seeking their own special part.

They glow and they glimmer in the fashion of heat as up and up it rises.

You know the shimmer from ground to sky, you’ve seen it, the waves it makes.

Gaze ahead and your view is slightly askew, softened; full of surprises.

Children will alter the shape of our world and their fire is all it takes.

Nourish the tinder in their bellies and nurture the sparks as they glow. 

Let them grow strong with your guidance. Put not a damper near.

Respect this amazing power. For their light is what we know 

 Will push back the advancing darkness and drive away all we fear.”

“My children are on fire,” the woman said with burgeoning pride.

Those assembled round her caught breath again with a flicker of something past.

They once had the fire she spoke of. It was dazzling but then it had died.

Now all that remained of their dreams and desires was a pile of cold, grey ash.

They envied the woman’s children and the fire that burned in them bright.

They yearned to hear more of these remarkable ones and the heat contained within.

“Aye, ‘tis a beautiful thing, a natural state and as they carry this inner light

It spills brightness all around them. Lighting the path as their day’s begin.”

But she offered a word of caution to all who would draw round them near

“Be gentle around the fire, be mindful and treat it with care.

For a fire stoked with hate or abused will find fuel in whatever it fears.

Flames can run wild, consume all in its path - of this you must be aware.”

“My children are on fire,” the woman murmured, again with a wink of her eye.

“They are brilliant and bright and dance with a grace that brings me utter joy.”

“My children are on fire,” this pronouncement gently floating on a sigh.

My loves, my life –I find my heart’s content with my fiery girl and boy.

Inspired by something Dr. Sarah said.

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