CONTIGUOUS FIGURES ON A FIELD OF SNOW

 

CONTIGUOUS FIGURES ON A FIELD OF SNOW

Continguous figures on a field of snow

I imagined a painting from a future art show

Perhaps and I heard critics praise

All of its features under a glaze

Or they said it was Balanchine’s last ballet

Continguous figures on a field of blue

It seemed to be summer

When that was on view

Or dancing in sapphires

The ballet renewed

Another bright season

For dancing etudes

What rhyme or what reason

Drives them to me

These fragments of phrases

Of brief prophecy

Or ghostlike remembrances

Artists gone by

Who dream of the work they could never contrive

Mary angela douglas 27 january 2024