The Feisty Flames

They spun,  rising and shrinking
 leaping and falling
To  the roll of  drums 
And the roars of thick chums.
They spun, rising and shrinking 
leaping and falling. 
There was whistling and clapping
Bouncy rhythms and foot tapping 
Thoroughly enthused, 
they spun, rising and shrinking
Leaping and falling
Their yellow  skirts swirled,
Their copper manes whirled  
To a  rhythmic  melody
They spun and leapt in glee
With zest 
At this fiery fest
 Fire in veins 
To the musical strains 
they  pirouetted reckless 
Breathless 
 flushed faces and fiery limbs 
seductively they danced  
I watched entranced . 
The arch of their backs swaying
Then collapsed in  a heap