Selene Dances the Day
A single star rises above seashelled hills
Velvet twilight wind
Brushes the sky with ebony fingers
The pale numinous moon
Goes out like a candle
Caught in the breath of night
She has already danced the sky for hours
Pearled, translucent
Masquerading against the day
Ethereal, elusive
Whispering . . .
'Nothing is ever
Quite what it seems'
(Edwina Peterson Cross)
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Fitzgerald # 1-Second Strand
Evening's Coolth
Velvet twilight wind
Cools overheated temples
Lifting the damp hair with delicacy
Stirs bougainvilla blossoms gently
Spirits are refreshed
Renewed
At last
To breathe easily again
Nightbirds are stirring
From their nests
Playful children called home
Mother has supper ready
The first stars glimmer
Porch lights are coming alive
Both play and work
Are over.
How do I count?
How will I count?
the moving fingers go by tens
the slow thumbs guide
I'll need my toes too
and repeats!
o dear the tasks she sets. Fran
You will understand
Won’t you?
If, while you dance
I linger in these darkened shadows
Practicing steps
You will understand
won’t you?
If I choose to gaze breathlessly,
Mesmerized by the slight of hand as you
Skilfully perform carefully timed Cherita Fitzgerald steps
On the polished, pristine, parquet, ballroom floor
You will understand
Won’t you?
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