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Andromeda
March 29, 2016
Her silken steps tap out on Marley floor
and trace a petal path to beats of sound—
a rousing carousel, a Degas masterpiece.
She flits alone in spectral white.
A ribbon twirling, lithe and red, a leap
to glide from Betelgeuse to Bellatrix—
a ballad, florid, fainting, in the tapestry of stars.
She turns her face, a statue stilled.
And though she buds but once, a blossom
in a lively lea, she carves a languid melody—
an accolade of Aoede, a fable by the bard.
She moves, and disappears.
© Allison H., Vancouver, WA
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I was studying Impressionism earlier, and, in viewing paintings--Degas in particular--I felt I wanted to capture what he might have seen. Of course, it would be wrong to think I have, but I was inspired nonetheless.