Poem from Techno Poetry: Seasonal Amnesia & Not Always What It Seems Peggy C. Hall, A poet with many awards form the likes of National League of Pen Women, published in Frost Notes. Her books are available through Amazon.com She lives in South Florida and I am delighted to know her personally and to have one of her poems on this blog for National Poetry Month.
“A Tribute to Charlotte d’Amboise in Broadway’s ‘Contact’”
I dream of you leaping, levitating, A dandelion blowball, in parachute dress Of chiffon that falls slowly, bones waiting For the long gown to drift down, to caress Your hips, thighs, long legs, to acquiesce To gravity. Thank God I saw you dance. I begin to fathom the old romance
Of human and divine, of space and time Moving united in toes, muscles, arms. A dance is an ancient pantomime Of creation, of change from calm to alarm. A metamorphosis, like a bee swarm That quietly works and hums in its hive Until it is moved to act, instinctive,
As dervishes do, hands pointed toward earth And heaven, chant-singers whirling into trance. Belly dancers sign the zone of birth From horizontal sways to small, nuanced Tremors that sweep, sinuous, like a fer-de-lance Across the ground. But why the veil, the hood, The mask? Dancer as demon, goddess, the Good?
Like mating rites of the birds and the beasts Dances labeled Round and Square, called jigs and reels Or flings and romps (these sound like imps unleashed!) All, all transform, energize. All reveal A primal Force, in our free but fixed quadrille. I never saw my mother dance. However, I’ll bet she hoofed the Charleston. With fervor.
And you, Charlotte d’Amboise, what do you say? Are you too busy to philosophize? What role are you playing now on Broadway? What tired cast was struck by your sweet surprise? What new playgoers will you mesmerize? You told the Times: “I’m the replacement queen.” Tonight, if I’m lucky, you’ll dance in my dreams.
Still looking for area poets who would like to see their work here this month.