Dancing in the times of Covid
By Sophie Barker (a free verse response to “The Printers Tray”)
The studio, it sparked.
The Printer’s Tray,
produced in self isolation,
oh, how the self was at peace with him throughout the phrases.
Choreographic pieces
hands that picked parts of the air
moving fast like summer in the seasons.
The four corners were touched with his every glance.
Reflected energy from his white coloured sheets whenever he pranced.
Extended parallel lines and dips around the space,
the
visual art that rippled from his fingertips from place to place
it
felt
safe.
The moving body appointed with turns,
trailed and glided his way through fate.
The presence and focus of Koch had our eyes amazed, glazed.
Planting seeds in hearts, he flourished at pace.
The connection between the music and Koch was never outweighed.
The musicality.
The passion.
Flowing across the floor,
couldn’t help but follow his pattern.
He walked.
He reached.
He leaped across the onyx surface with his bare feet in repeat.
The musicality.
The passion.
Bouncing with every step,
couldn’t help but follow his pattern.
Printed provoking thoughts out of instruments
sorted through the trays filled with pallets of devises and brilliance.
The art forms are fascinating
with the body and sound there is so much relation-
a conversation
common ground.
The Printer’s Tray-
it was
fascinating.
