Poetry Issue 13

   Issue # 13 : January - March 2011

Marni Ludwig


      It’s spring again in the ballerina’s room.
      The fixed stare of a flower behind the ear
      And a pirouette into a red sunset.
      Blue only brought the sky down.

      First position: I admire an ankle.
      Second: You hug your legs.
      She’s undone at the cotillion,
      A swan for no one.

      A little pretty music for the mouth,
      Very quiet amid very white.
      Composure is not a mirror.
      She points a slipper into the lake.