Thursday, January 30, 2014

Oktoberfest (Poem 304)

A semi-sleeping dream 
found her washing up
on shore, helpless 
and deadly   serious
about enjoying herself

complete with dirndl 
dancing and a sweet
amber Fest-Märzen she 
proclaimed her intention 
to let her hair down and 
executed a perfect swan 
dive into Oktoberfest

swilling smoke and polkas 
trying to clear her heart
of him   of the glimpse 
of bright hair among 
the drunken sailors at 
the edge of the night

For that instant, heart pounding
For that instant, feeling lovely 
and hopeful and thoroughly vivid
swelling up with it all 
until her skin stretched taut
and shiny across her cheekbones 
But the festival is over.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

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