Above me, the dancing
ladies ascend toward
the pallid light -
leaping,
dipping,
twirling and
whirling.
I catch only glimpses
of their movement,
but I stare -
transfixed -
waiting for one more
glance of these lucid
charmers
and their shimmering
skirts of
silver and grey.
Copyright © Catherine Young, 2007.
I always tell my students they shouldn't be afraid to share their writing.....so I decided to stop being a hypocrite. Here is my poetry...
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