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Somewhere

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Somewhere she pirouettes
and my people lean into her beauty,
somewhere our dreams are real.

Somewhere she dances
and his heart beats close to my ear,
somewhere our dreams are real.

Somewhere she smiles
and we bask in her perfection,
somewhere our lives are a dream,

somewhere,
where we are real.

 

©Jane Paterson Basil

My brave mother

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victim of one unloving author
and then another and yet more
she struggled to write her own story
a helpless child weeping to see
the opening chapters scribbled so carelessly
by those who, unwilling to love her
designed a slim volume of respectability

she felt a need to dance
but dancing wasn’t decent
for an unwanted lady of her station
she wanted to sing her way
into unstammering freedom of speech
but a callous killjoy held the reins
and kept her dreams far out of reach
until she turned sixteen
and walked away

too late to dance like Margot Fonteyn
she practiced her steps, her pirouettes
through the day, late into the night
until her legs ached, her feet bled
yet on she danced, right onto the stage
winning the right to live her life
doing the thing she loved the best

my brave mother, slim and lithe
began too old to win the race
but she proved herself
passed the test that she had set
through seasons she danced in Swan Lake
and though unrestrainable time
took her ballet shoes away
she remained graceful
until the day she died

The Daily Post #Graceful

©Jane Paterson Basil

VAPOUR

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If I turn my head quickly enough
I may see her;
lithe body rotating in graceful ballet.
seeing me, she will smile

If I turn my head quickly enough
she will be there,
arms open, beckoning me into her warmth,
welcoming me with her love

I dare not turn in her direction
I may be too slow,
her phantom dissolving into vapour
leaving me desolate

© Jane Paterson Basil