A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a26 – pantoum poem.
I may have scrambled the last stanza a little – this form's a toughie. I'm realising refrains are a big weakness for me in poetry – which means practice practice practice!
Magical Fingers
She watches the fingers dance like flowers
following the sun, with enraptured eyes
and distant body. It could be hours
before the scene crumbles, darkens and dies.
Following the sun with enraptured eyes –
they blur, the tears and wonder join as one
before the scene crumbles, darkens and dies,
leaving behind a grin, horror undone.
They blur, the tears and wonder join as one,
tears of happiness: falling from her eyes
leaving behind a grin, horror undone.
Tragedy subverted. Now they're all smiles
Tears of happiness: falling from her eyes –
thanks to those fingers, gentle but alert.
Tragedy subverted. Now they're all smiles,
not sad, but sowing life from moist and dirt
Thanks to those fingers, gentle but alert –
she watches the fingers dance like flowers –
not sad, but sowing life from moist and dirt
and distant body. It could be hours.
