The Dream Of Ballet, Vanishing Into Snow

the dream of ballet, like the vanishing of snows-

was melting away in subsets of the Rose;

into a land where sequined crowns were cherished;

the glitter on the wings caught momentarily,

the cygnets glowing.

the dream of ballet dissolved; dissolved,

draped tulle the soul longed to be:

sheer rose. and in the pose of Grace;

caught momentarily,

her sleeves made out of sky

on something out of view,

clear blue

and shading into the

vanishing of snow; 

subsets of the disappearing,

made of the gold of the leaves a forsaking-

no -  fit -  monument, no tracing of

the trees only once, this once,

and not, some other

a love not of earth and

leaping into light and why is there

no weeping

do you know what has been banished

I don't know where.

half-remembered, the steps turning

aimless in a forest of bare trees

that were pale green before

mary angela douglas 14 may 2014