We dance around
our little flat
Glen Miller's
STRING OF PEARLS
shaping our bodies
to its rhythms
miraculously avoiding
furniture
ornaments capable of
falling
my fingertips
clutch...catch
the pearls
frozen at your throat
there is an audible
snap
a one by one
they come undone
each an eternity falling
like lost moments
each pearl
finding an impossible
place to hide.
Days later we still discover
like forgotten memories
a hidden pearl
curled up in a slipper
asleep in the cat's litter
inside an open letter
daydreaming under a sofa
beneath a feathered fallen boa.
Our bodies
clinging now
strung like a string
of pearls
set at the throat of midnight
dancing to MOONLIGHT
SERENADE.
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Poem written for Sacrlet's mum back in the day when women had to be men as war raged and flared through history. I liked the picture Scarlet drew of her Mum before her Mum was her Mum...before we know our parents or our parents even know of us and are only thinking of getting to know each other. This couple in the 80's could just as easily be the dancing couple in the 40's...time is immaterial.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diving-for-pearls-for-scarlet/
