The Poetry Kit |
| Maureen Weldon | |||
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On Being Asked To Write A Short -
History About a Ballet Company'
Bleary eyed, she sees the summer trees
dancing to the lawn.
She has been writing all night
head down like clouds of silk
in an old yellow box - of programmes
and newspaper cuttings.
Now a sylph, a bluebird, a puppet;
swirling, jumping, pirouetting.
Or the ghost-woman in a red dress
remembering her last ball.
She takes a deep bow.
The orchestra stand. The audience clap.
From her bedroom window
the moon is gauze-like in a blue-pink sky.
The first birds are singing.
She breaths deeply the morning air
damp with pungent earth-smells,
and secrets like a lover's kiss.
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