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Saturday, May 16, 2009

A Poem from Now Might as Well be Then

Ballet in the Piney Woods

Little girl sunsuits littered the wiregrass.
Summer warmed small bronze bodies
that danced on the stage of a fallen oak,
to songbirds’ music from the mayhaw.

They felt, at five, the kiss of butterflies
upon their eyes, breathed honeysuckle air.
Like sylphs set free they twirled, arms open,
gathering the breeze against their bareness.

Chastised for their boldness by older girls
who barged into their glade,
the innocents saw themselves
and were ashamed.

By Glenda C. Beall

Published first by Silver Boomer Books in the anthology "Freckles to Wrinkles."
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4 comments:

  1. Joan Ellen Gage AdminMay 17, 2009 at 10:31 AM

    Beautiful images, Glenda.

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  2. TipperMay 18, 2009 at 5:09 PM

    Reminds me of my girls. Very nice!

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  3. GlendaMay 18, 2009 at 8:34 PM

    Thanks, Joan and Tipper, for coming by and commenting.
    Love both your blogs.

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  4. karenhMay 28, 2009 at 9:31 AM

    What a sweet poem! Can't wait to read your book.

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