Saturday, April 18, 2015

April 18th Poem - Ghost Girl


In a concert hall with eleven
chandeliers, four clever musicians
play, as the ghost of a girl
pops through an invisible loop,
swims in the air, her sheer white
gown easy and comfortable,
her escape from the watchers
delighting her.

Pausing, playing, turning upright,
she holds a huge glass tier
in the way a subway rider
holds on to a strap, her small
incandescent feet dangling
in the air like notes on a vast page.

from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro

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