Sunday, June 24, 2012


A Dancer's Tale
by Gwyn Henry

She continued to dance 
past the prime 
the world had appointed 
 
& as her life ran out 
she pointed her toes 
while what was in her heart
grew larger

her 
feet articulate as hands
hands fluent as poems 
 

& she did not cling 
as it all left her 
(arms & legs
as always 
clad in black)
but entered the floor

which was made of trees

she
careful as music 
thoughtful as wood
stood before the mirror 
& lifted her arms
as she grew old

5 comments:

  1. 'thoughtful as wood'.. Gwyn, this beautifully composed line slowed my heartbeat down - made time stand still for just a moment. Your artful serenity glows so warmly in this poem..

    I came to your site tonight to see if you maybe had a picture of your installation at the Grape Day Park event.. we were there earlier this evening, sorry I didn't run into you. But just so happy to instead find 'A Dancer's Tale'

    Bob was asking me if this apricot hibiscus flower is also your photography.. or your husband's maybe?? xo

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    1. It's Greg's photo. Thanks for the kind words about the poem!

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  2. Sorry we missed you, Robt! It would have been great to see you there!! Both Pianta & Yulia arrived & we 3 stood wathcing our films & the crowds of people who stood with us, many seemingly transfixed. A picture of the installation is coming soon on the blog.

    The flower photo was taken by Greg 4-5 yrs ago. Although we are still arguing about who took it, I'm bowing to him, even though I know I at least thought about taking it, as it bloomed on our table for many days! He is an excellent photographer though.

    Thank you for your "glowing" words...always like cool water to an oft parched artist!

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  3. Gwyn! This is a beautiful poem. You continually amaze me. I love your work. It sounds like Glow in the Park went very well. Kudos! Love you, Gabrielle

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  4. Gwyn great poem, I'm always blown away by your talent! Love Em

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