Sunday, January 5, 2014

A Ballet (Poem 278)

Their natural welcome conjured
pure beauty and grace, bright and 
simple as a suggestive breath.
We basked in the bespoke glow 
of that willing family: each 
a single filament woven into 
a vast, sumptuous tapestry; each 
emitting a special blue hum,
a cheerful, classical palette, 
subtle and beautiful. 
What we hoped, what they thought,
a ballet of peacocks and dragonflies
in the gloaming.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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