Drums from the South

The horn blower is at it again.
Smoke rises in the air.
Drum beats start from the south
as the villagers start the ensemble in the north.
The Dancer starts swinging her hips, slowly,
to the rhythm of the drums.
The shuffling of the feet,
undulation of the waist
and movement of the shoulder
invigorate as the drummers tempo heightens.

Dust rises from the earth
as her feet hit the ground in a jingle.
She ululates and claps her hands,
her skirt moving in a twirl
as she spins, bewitched by the beat.
She falls with the cadence,
miming the drumer with her movement.
Gradually, the music comes to a halt,
she smiles at the drummer,
bows and takes her leave.

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