… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said…

… ‘come …dance with me,’ she said… that was 46 years ago… we were living in Tobermory on the beautiful Scottish Hebridean Island of Mull… I recall it today as if it were only hours ago… have a wee look at the date on this piece I came across in my papers while I was searching for sum’thing else… of course, I danced with her… and in the full fury of teenage indulgence, fell completely under her spell… prob’ly my first ever real immersion in the twin joys of Love and Heartache of youth… then, just as swiftly, she moved out of my life… but I still have this collection of WURDS I penned for her… when I read it again this morning, strangely, across all the decades, it felt good… it felt warm… and it felt right to share it with yeez…

… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said…



A kindly evening breeze

blows its welcome cool

where damp, perspiring beads

their burning course have run.


Mirrored with mercuric detail,

the coil of tousled hair,

and cheeks,

flushed with fast and furious flurry

reflect happily the history

of a hurly-burly, flinging reel

and the execution quite profound

they called a strip-the-willow.


The same cool air

sends a shiver

through the muffled avenue

of leaf-laden birches

which dance in simulation

to an earlier, pleasing version

that blessed a saintly waltz,

copied by ages through ages,

then by us.


The wind in spasmodic gusts

whips lightly at the branches

and a vision becomes reborn.


Now feel again the polka

dashing fire to the heart.


Thankful breath recalls how,

tempered with these,

the subdued Pride of Erin

rests its stamp.


Still, a daring foxtrot

leaves its poignant memory

to a happy, tired legacy

and another wild thing is dead.


Seumas Gallacher

September 1969


… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said… so, there yeez go…I danced… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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19 responses to “… ‘come… dance with me,’ she said…

  1. Rosa Ave Fénix

    Oh My!!!!!! Lovely…. What times!!!!! When we were young we didn’t think about we will become harmless codgers!!!! hahahahaha

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  2. The poet’s roots and we never knew it.

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  3. That was a lovely poem. You both must have been good dancers to complete so many different types. 🙂

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  4. i love this poem, seumas!

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  5. Aww….you sentimental thing!!!

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  6. Call me sentimental, but old memories of dance bring a wistful tear. This is a wonderful poem, showing lots of movement.

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  7. Lovely indeed. 🙂

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  8. Lovely Seumas. May you keep dancing your whole life long!

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