Magic enchanter arms raised

Is he innocent

Can he be

In the dimness, voice cradling the room

The light changes catching the glitter of the garment

Gleaming teal rivers rush up to his face

But already, head thrown back, the light changes again

A magenta moon sculpts hollows of darkness

His eyes glower like a captive in some

Terrible and beautiful allurement

He sings of rain and hummingbirds

Each listener lost in their own evening

The rivers converge, he smiles and an ocean

Of mysterious midnight thrashes over them

Then a whisper like a swooning kiss

Draws, the gentle undertow;

He slows it all down and space races by

A galaxy or two catching on the generous shirtsleeves.

Listeners, strewn about, beached on unknown shores,

Keep faith as the chorus starts again

The light turns yellow, desert dunes shift

Across the cheekbones, throat, slide down his shoulder

One more sharp intake of breath

They’re all inside him, waiting

The last note so soft, a child’s sigh in sleep

They dream their mother caresses their temple:


It’s over, he owned them

And they don’t know what to do.


Published in The Griffin 2012



Published by pointeballet

A ballet teacher and writer, I love to help dance students with their ballet and pointe shoe challenges. I am an author partner at I also write at and blog in various places as Seren3.

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    1. I hesitate to because then I can’t submit them for print publishing. I have neglected that in the past year. Thanks for dropping by!

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