It's like a bacchanal Anne said -
I gulped a dizzying mouthful of Cornish Twilight -
The air inside The Electric Palace was rich and dangerous with cider -
Tipsy dancers swayed in the aisles -
Sunburnt girls threw back their heads -
The beloved musicians cast their spell -
It was as though we danced under apple trees -
Moon ripened fruit above our heads -
Our feet finding ancient steps -
Saturday 20 April 2019
The Electric Palace
Bridport
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