Georgia Brown 1898-1914
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Poem 9 from my new anthology Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery, a work in process.
Georgia Brown
1898-1914
We were the deathless dream dancers
The crazy girls with secrets and surprises!
Me and Nellie and Trudy and Olive.
We waited monthly for the full midnight moon
Waited with no words uttered
Our secret times together,
Times and moments never mentioned or known about,
By everyone we knew and did not know,
Except by us, the crazy girls
The deathless dream dancers, barefoot
With satin ribbons in our braids,
We joined smooth perfumed hands and fingers
In old Clark Cemetery
Across Citrus Road over there,
As our sleepy snoozing town dreamed unawares,
And we danced silently, gracefully, freely,
As with the monarchs and the tiger swallowtails
Fluttering in the summer sunlight of our audacious youth,
Our sheer cotton dresses,
Lifting them up, and letting them fall,
Again and again and again,
From the Hadley tombstone, and
Around the standing procession of desert palm trees
Around and around and around,
All the way over to the Hardy gravestone,
Me and the crazy girls!
We, the deathless dream dancers,
Keepers of secrets and surprises,
Saw something in the moon shadows there,
Something no one else has ever seen!
Yes, we saw the smile of Sappho
Carved with the knife of God
On the stone sepulcher of Roscoe Settle!
Copyright © Stark Hunter | Year Posted 2016
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