Jul/Aug 2017 Poetry

Anna Pavlova

by Richard Weaver

Image courtesy of the British Library Photostream

Anna Pavlova

Feathers in the air. White feathers
in the choreographer's mouth. And me,

floating, Odette with wings. The earth lifting
beyond spells, potions, fairy castles and marriage.

Moonlight will take me. Trust the moon
to open a window. Have faith in love.

"Get my swan costume ready."


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