Harlequin Dancers

 

They were harlequin dancers,

treading a gracious measure;

music-less, delicate, each of them being

the obverse of the other.

A fortunate conjunction, a synchronicity:

this side of time you may not see again

such symmetry.

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 They were black and white to each other

snowfall on winter trees.

They were light and dark to each other; now

their days are pitiless, their nights are ice.

She lies bone-bare under desert sun; he

whirls in cold space.

 Masked and bespangled, androgyne,

they spiralled down the years;

but now the aeons weigh them down,

seconds are centuries.

The elegance is broken, the fine pattern gone,

and each is half of each again,

and all of none.

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6 thoughts on “Harlequin Dancers

    1. Hi Jan – I’m sort of blown away at this point. Never been nominated for anything before. Of course I’d like to accept – am already thinking about my 7 facts about self and 5 admired bloggers. The only thing is – and I’m going to sound really stupid now – but can you tell me how to display the banner/sticker/logo in my answering post? I can’t work it out. (Duh!)

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