Memories of the Dance, a poem

 

The old woman sat
Alone on the bench
And peered in the distance.
She watched leaves fall
Mid pirouette in the breeze
And she remembered
Movements like these –
Standing behind stage
As the curtain raised
And her arm’s delicate dance
As she entered, on cue
Tilted head
A wide smile
And her cousin, her shadow.
They had memorized the movements
Fluttering in the wind like leaves
Embracing the music
And giving the movements soul.
As she sits on the bench,
She remembers these moments
As if they are real
And she comes alive
In the movements
Of the dance
She raises her hand
Points her toes
And she is transported
To another place.
Although weathered by age,
She is beautiful
And full of grace
A leaf upon a tree
Begging release
Upon the wind.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

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