Ghazal for a Prodigy by Anne Pitkin

He was most himself when he danced.
An unlearned grace possessed him when he danced.

A child, he brought onto the stage
a landing heron, a deer mid-leap when he danced.

All summer, acrobatic purple martins woke the air.
He could glide like them and spiral when he danced,

adored the air he slipped through like their scalpel wings.
The air adored him when he danced.

Trees were aunts and uncles, birds messengers
with news of another country when he danced.

Sissy!  The town called him.  Pretty girl.
He was not normal when he danced.

He gave it up.  Normal meant more
to the child than joy when he danced.

It’s in the past, Anne.  Let it go—
how grace could save him only when he danced.

From: https://ghazalpage.org/issues/058_issue/058-anne-pitkin_ghazal-for-a-prodigy/

Date: 2016

By: Ann Pitkin (19??- )

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One Comment to “Ghazal for a Prodigy by Anne Pitkin”

  1. I loved this and dance on I say – society is such a pain sometimes! Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach and have a poetry blog in case you have time to read? http://www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com and I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively – let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat! Have a good day?

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