The Dancing Spree


The dVerse prompt was water, and so I’ve linked to a poem about scattering ashes.

She’s on her way
on this fine day;
whilst the sea
advances –
expecting dalliances.

Her final drive;
she’ll soon arrive.
Pick a spot,
set her free –
on her dancing spree.

A sudden gust;
scattered stardust.
Off she flies
forever –
unknown endeavour.