A cello scroll has set the frame,
another angle for reprise,
from Boer end to second war –
jazzed silhouette, art deco style.
Is art reworked, improved upon,
revisionism found at home,
or stand alone, another age,
themed fashion geist from other zeit?
For both the box, but peg here blurred,
crisp focus on the dancing girl,
though eye returns to shadow squirl,
a serif twirl for ballet steps.
The top hat, half-cut by a line –
what does he say to shoes and frills,
how exercise performing speech –
then eyes and tongues behind the scenes?
One turn to stretch, flat sharp the gut,
between, the screws that hold the swirl,
whose is the instrument that’s played,
who pulls, conducts, those strings on stage?
Unseen, beneath, a fingerboard,
the neck, an upper bout, tailpiece,
but will rib melody be played –
or will the prancer find reprieve?
Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had 140 pieces accepted by on-line poetry sites, including Nine Muses Poetry; and Gold Dust, The Seventh Quarry, The Dawntreader, Foxtrot Uniform, A New Ulster Poetry Magazines, anthologies ‘Pain & Renewal’ &‘Identity’. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/