{"id":3931,"date":"2019-05-07T08:37:45","date_gmt":"2019-05-07T08:37:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=3931"},"modified":"2019-05-03T14:41:11","modified_gmt":"2019-05-03T14:41:11","slug":"hello-pain-lets-dance-by-wendy-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/2019\/05\/07\/hello-pain-lets-dance-by-wendy-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"‘hello pain let’s dance!’ by Wendy Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hello pain let’s dance!<\/span><\/p>\n

Hello pain let\u2019s dance together<\/span>
\nand cry a melody<\/span>
\nJust you and me forever<\/span>
\nwhich dance is it to be?<\/span>
\nA boogie or a waltz<\/span>
\na tango or some jiving?<\/span>
\nWhatever the rhythm<\/span>
\nIt\u2019s time to do some living<\/span><\/p>\n

The violinist\u2019s bow<\/span>
\nhews across its strings<\/span>
\nThe drummer\u2019s sticks do beat<\/span>
\nupon his drum<\/span>
\nsweet notes emanate<\/span>
\na squeezing heartache<\/span>
\nAcross the room<\/span>
\nA trumpet sighs do come<\/span><\/p>\n

She moves her body slow<\/span>
\nTo the echo of the bow<\/span>
\nThe rhythm of the beat<\/span>
\nWon\u2019t knock her down<\/span>
\nHer back she keeps it straight<\/span>
\nAnd feet they will not wait<\/span>
\nBut trip along and step<\/span>
\nThe bright life into town<\/span><\/p>\n

She feels a country breeze<\/span>
\nThat puts her at her ease<\/span>
\nHer spirits rise until they fly away<\/span>
\nBirdsong in the trees<\/span>
\nFalling from their leaves<\/span>
\nAnd butterflies are coming out to play.<\/span><\/p>\n

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