Bordeaux Bay

Bordeaux Bay
Watercolour by Tony Taylor http://www.paintingbreaksguernsey.com

Thursday, 16 October 2014

CROUCHING INFANT, HIDDEN DANCER

It’s disquieting when a child discovers that its parents have identities other than those of Mother and Father and that the stranger hidden within the familiar shape has his or her own fears and yearnings, dreams and doubts. 



HIS MOTHER DANCES

Crouched on the stairs, he sees her dance:
her feet glide over lino squares,
the wireless playing sweet and low.
She waltzes, as though in a trance,
alone, amidst pans, table, chairs, 
white kitchen sink: her eyes aglow.

Those slender arms grasp empty air:
her partner is invisible.
She circles, sweeps and murmurs words,
song lyrics or a lover’s prayer.
What seems to him incredible
is how the music, like small birds,

whirls round his sleepy, tousled head
and makes him sad. The dancing stops.
His mother, hungry for romance,
settles for washing plates instead;
talks to herself, while he eavesdrops.
His father never liked to dance.


8 comments:

  1. Coming from a photographer, that's praise indeed!

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    1. Thanks Peter. Good to received feedback.

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  3. Super concept, I too loved the image you have painted. I find the break / follow on between the second and third verses both distruptive and powerful, most unusual.

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    1. Thank you John. It takes a writer to pick up on these little quirks of mine.

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  4. I love this Richard partly because it conjures memories, of myself dancing around my small kitchen as a young mum with three small children. The imagery is succinct and poignant, simple and beautiful

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    1. Thank you, Trudie. This one seems to have appealed to quite a few people.

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