all photos by gillena cox
One Uni Verse
The mighty sun worships Dry Season;
And at its height is the Carnival;
That time of year, that season that sphere,
When music is king, queen and clown.
So the masqueraders spend elaborate sums
On hair, nails, foot gear, sequins;
Colour is curator;
All the razzle and dazzle to overwhelm in the streets,
To tantalize, to dazzle, to mesmerize;
And the spectators, no costume needed;
What do they do?
They dance like the music says to,
Like the masqueraders do,
And for two days the streets are
One uni verse of the dance.
© gillena cox
2024
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