the dance of Pandora
April 28, 2009
i am dancing
tho, not fast enough
to keep to your heart
and from the start there
appears a wind, seemingly
fostering your uplifted foot
affording you height and ground
around trees bow to you
like subjects who have
long, long prepared arrival
your appearance their survival lead
with the brilliant crest you wear
i have seen before – your
display discreetly, timid
though shy you are not
in freedom released
in germinated splendor
you rise to the occasion
and draw out the spirit
of a sleepy seed
and I too bow to you
in need of innocence – remembered
September, December locked away
the meadow, long
not from dream
awakened to lark and red
breasted being – poised in state
as mate stages a lifeless twig
giving home to life forthcoming
giving hope to a cloistered soul
of dances dressed far into
long summer nights – penned
to remembrance
a memory of present
moments – sung into existence
laughed into vibrancy,
an estacy of accord with nature
her name hidden within the
trunk of majesty - turned full
while the fox takes the path unnoticed
to witness the dance
you breathe in her foot – rooting
word to the earth you cover
in Spring – then step
well away
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2009
April 28, 2009 at 9:48 am
Comments welcome –
April 28, 2009 at 10:24 am
i have missed your work barbara, it is great to read you again, i shell take time to go through all i have missed… and this lady in the photo, what does she made of? she looks sogorgeous
April 28, 2009 at 10:29 am
dhyan, so good to hear from you – i have checked your site and you have been away for awhile – glad you are back. the lady i believe is clay – i did not make her – i gathered the image from google — do not stay away so long next time —
take care
April 30, 2009 at 8:53 am
yes, i was, some busy time, unfortunaetly also had not much time to write but hope it will come back again. it is good to be back around here….
April 28, 2009 at 11:15 am
Beautiful! I’ve missed your last poem, too. How did that happen? But I’m thrilled to read it now. I really love the lyrical voice in this poem. It flows along, and I feel as if I am dancing with Pandora! I started to pick out lines I love most, but then I keep going and going. All of it moves. Though I will say that ending is wonderful. I love your play on language, too.
April 28, 2009 at 5:27 pm
Julie, thank you it just like time to embrace spring and all of her splendor, I am alwasy so happy to hear from you and look forward to chapbook releases — I hope you are having a beautiful spring also –
April 28, 2009 at 5:55 pm
This part slowed me…
turned full
while the fox takes the path unnoticed.
Nice, very nice.
April 28, 2009 at 6:00 pm
Thank you L.L. – it is nice of you to stop by – you are a dear. Your great work is appreciated – I am soon retired and should you need help with anything please feel free to ask —
blessings — of spring be yours
April 30, 2009 at 5:30 am
ahhh the dance! i liked the way the rhyme “danced” through the whole piece – i never knew where the rhyme would show up until it did – the carved image in the photo was perfect – which came first, photo or verse?
April 30, 2009 at 7:47 am
Sojourner, thank you for your comments, actually on this one the verse came first, though a lot of times the picture is the inspiration. The morning was beautiful and full of new life that was the inspiration. I was going to name it Springs Dance – but their was something magical in the blossoming of that morning.
When I found this picture – it appeared perfect and so it became the dance of Pandora – she opened the box and spring was born. (my version of the original myth)
blessings —
April 30, 2009 at 3:28 pm
simply beautiful
April 30, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Thank you Cindy – thank you the comments and most of all for being you —–
May 1, 2009 at 5:03 am
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