kept you
a flutter of black
a memory of joy
and music
moving feet
and confidence
glamour from another
age
mine and the past
wish part of that
would've last-ed
you still
thrill me
with one gaze
I take you in
and the mind collapses
in backwards through
a teserect of time
if time could be all
its elements at once
past present future
I would make them one
and return to the girl
who wore the flutter of black
with the music pulsing in
her veins.
writing exercise
Copyright August 16, 2013
All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells /Meloo straight from her
Tilt-a-World
* could also easily be entitled
Ode To a Black Crepe Dress from the 1930's