A far-off sound --
a dirge. She danced
to music she could barely hear
beneath the fog of voices.
She moved
to the rhythm of her own breath,
at once warm and bitter
the perfect circle of a pirouette
She danced:
and when he called her name
she did not turn
and she did not look away
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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Lovely.
ReplyDeleteyes, lovely. persephone is not simpering here as she is so often protrayed.
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