Published January 15th, 2025
by Gabriole Sinclair
This old body
is
still
quite useful
It saddens me
that
she is so afraid.
I want to celebrate with her
to dance in the morning
but she is turned inward
counting sorrows
and
tracing the fine blue lines
on her naked thighs.
I can't dance now, she says
Just look at these legs.
If not now, when? I ask.
I can't dance without you.
Come dance with me
my darling.
Step high into the shining day.
About the Poet
Gabriole Sinclaire resides in Port Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Gabriole Sinclair's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Comet #4,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Canada Poetry Magazine:
On Not Looking Into Chapman's Homer
by Kate Greene
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