Shine as brightly as eye of any day,
Dance in sunshine and take our breath away.
Shimmer in tune with afternoon heatwave,
On waterfall beach outside smugglers cave.
Like Isadora blend in with flowers,
Improvised whirlwind of danger is ours,
Pull down barriers, outside on our streets,
No place for royals, no kings, nor elites.
From Paris to London, Moscow, Warsaw,
Zephyrs of love will blow strong evermore.
Sands of time shift, mirage of long lost past
Appears as we tread her footprints at last.
Isadora knew there are no blueprints,
Dance revolution, it’s time now methinks.
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 2nd November 2022.