On top of a hill

At sunset

A flock of head-phoned folk 

Gathered, for healing

All in search of...something

And what a strange sight it was!

Some old bloke on tip-toes span and span

A young girl ran

Her eyes alive

Her arms flapping like a human seagull

Buoyed, not by the scent of seafront chips

But by an invisible, hypnotic beat.

Someone stomped

Someone bopped

Someone stood with her hands in the air

Fingers outstretched

Paralysed temporarily by a particularly beautiful piece

Of obscure ambient techno

Everyone lost to the music

In silence.

Twisting, twirling, gyrating and thrusting

They sent out vibes from a Beach Boys hit

No-one really gave a shit

And no-one really noticed the glow above

So blinded by the moment 

To even notice the light

The light that pulsed and throbbed

Over their heads

As

Out of their heads

They surrendered, slaves to the rhythm

The bubble of light which grew

And grew

And grew

And grew

Until...

Its surface tension snapped

And sent out a blast of energy

Like the A-bomb at Bikini Atoll

Unleashing on the village below

The exact opposite of complete devastation

Causing, in homes, some strange things to happen

In a flash...

Pensioners felt like they could go for miles

Sad teen goths burst out in smiles

Worried mums, well they just stopped fretting

Mardy couples started heavy petting

Facebook trolls, their anger sated

Made nice comments on the pages of people they hated.

Stuff like...

'Gorgeous hun xx',

'So pretty, baby xx',

Your bum looks so great in that dress!'

That sort of thing

And, all down the street

Front doors opened

And, all the people

As if in a trance

Bowed down before

The power of Dance.

Poem by Chris Rainbow