HOPE'S OPENING NIGHT
Filigreed shreds of last year's frock,
Flutter feebly on the fringe of floating applause.
An old lady now, flooded in footlights' flame;
Still the fragile smile.
Still the feathery wave.
Even in the final flourishing cadence of death,
As Final Bow smelts into Opening Night,
And fading finger of memories beckons Prima Donna;
HOPE takes her place in the spotlight.
Maureen Walsh - December 2010 ©
Wishing friends, followers and daytrippers a very Peaceful 20ll, but above all, may you all be restored to HOPE. See you next year! X
Ciao for now.