Count Dracula's Dance

By Yavar Khan Qadri

The colours of thy hair,
the smile on thy face,
shines  much like dew,
enhancing thy grace,

It reminds me of the country,
embedd'd in the ink;
of the books yond wast writ,
with Count Dracula's drink,

Thee setteth me thinking,
f'r quite a while;
thy Gothic looks,
have left me beguiled,

Allow me to take thee,
to yond Romanian place;
under the full moon,
I want to see thy face,

And walk in the forest,
amidst the critters' cries,
and dance with thee,
under the moonlit skies,

O, Balkan beauty,
yond I want to hold;
allow me to feel thy warmth,
in the Carpathian cold


Bio

I am of Kashmiri origin and I am inspired by the Romantic Period and I typically write lyric poetry in free verse. I am a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the subject of my poem ranges from social (political to romantic, and the morbid. I believe in the healing power of imagination and I write in solidarity with the marginalized and oppressed thoughts and emotions of individuals and groups in society. I am an anarcho-syndicalist.


I have written poems for the Labour Movement (As printed on this year's May Day flyers, through the Toronto Airport Workers Council.) And I have been a guest speaker for a socialist group. Above all, I love writing about the morbidity in our thoughts and don't hesitate to bring it out on paper. Here's my blog: Acids of Thought.