Elayne will dance; she holds a skyward rope,
in flashing light her solitude she spreads,
thin icy rain befalls; the Circus 's dead,
remote's the emptiness - devoid her scope.
Elayne will dance! Looked up to and upheld;
her acrobatics bold, unfold, without a net
unseen musician plays his hoarse cornet
- the falling raindrops on her face have welled.
The ropes are thrumming on the mast,
for centuries they hang above the ground
applauds are spreading out, with absent sound
- she gallivants in monochrome contrast.
'Address my love when nimbus rain on Earth
I'll dance for you in fields of heather,
because your soul beholds my eyes forever
our stars are embers of a longing hearth.'
© 04-22-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)
