by Kathy Stemke

Created on: January 08, 2009

AN EMPTY STAGE

Coiled torso frozen on an empty stage,

a living sculpture trapped and placed
with no gown of tulle to hide her age
but with weeping knees below her waist.

Framed in light her insides groan
with pent up passion poised for release,
she now waits long and alone
for rhythm to carry her into peace.

But I remember her unencumbered
prance, so light for one who was held down
by unfulfilled dreams remembered,
floating above her tattered gown.

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