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Saturday, June 02, 2012


Duet Between Two Performers Who Had Been Lovers


Duet Between Two Performers Who Had Been Lovers


She dances alone in a long purple dress with thin satin straps.
The arc of her full skirt sweeps up and back as she lifts a leg. 
Her curved spine, neck and arms complete the line.
She is safe and sure on stage, under the lights.


The sole musician is fierce at his keyboard.
His chords pound deep within her torso.
The two performers are one and brimming with purpose
and the audience is in thrall to their intimacy.


She dances the Maid, pius, resolute, constant.
The music, a stately pavanne to begin,
builds in pace and she swirls, leaps, and takes 
long soldier strides until the rhythms slow,
the melody fades and the final chord sounds 
as she kneels, feels she channels Jeanne d’Arc.


Silence, then the startle of applause. 
The dancer dips low, and extends her arm 
to her partner who bows from his waist.
When they turn to each other, she sees
remorse darken his eyes, but she turns
away. The heavy curtains close and they part.





7 comments:

Unknown said...

This is beautiful, Nonnie.

Has it been published anywhere?

Bill

Unknown said...

Oh Nonnie - Lovely! And the pictures are divine.

*sigh*

Unknown said...

(unknown was me - Yvette!)

Elizabeth said...

Your poem gives readers a sense of how the dancer experiences the dance. Wonderful!

david coyote said...

Cuz -

Lovely - Pamela would have loved your poem and pictures, too.

Tonyhttp://www.facebook.com/#!/tony.burnett.73 said...

Beautiful finality. Intimate realism.

Karen thisoldhouse2.com said...

Loved this... Elsie and Al had these photographs of you in their home, I remember them well.