The Light Fantastic Frances Boyle I am new to this dancing, no more the child who darts like rain in and out of the circle. A woman now, I follow the others, trip along as grandmother shapes the steps, shift and bend like she does, begin again. We young women shimmer in motion. Grandmother leads, we all follow fascinated, take up grandmother’s dance, we echo the moon, little lights in our steps we shift sideways, bend waists. In the row […] Continue Reading
