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New Year's Dance
Inside the darkened castle, formed in a kinder age,
A gnarled log has been added into the firebox
Where it spits,
crackles, and glows
As he raises
his cup of sweet dark wine,
strident toast to the advent of yet another unpredictable New Year.
The Jester of the
Court, a formerly transfixing Courtesan,
indelicately both her silken stockings-
gleaming beneath the expectant eyes of all therein-
along the frayed edge of a coarse wool carpet lain carelessly across
a floor of blackest marble,
carved from his own private heartland.
Snoozing animals reposition
their curled sleeping postures nearer the hearth,
comforted bodies closer to one another,
As the fire
struggles to heat the Great Hall to a minimal degree
At which her
breath becomes-quite nearly-invisible in the chill.
An intrepid heart's
feeble song begins to warble lightly for her newly estranged dance.
Sung in a minor
key, void of written lyric,
Its melody renders
the discomforting atmosphere vaguely tolerable-in this moment- leaving
firefly sparkles falling through the heavy air.
She dances with absurd
passion, weaving a mindful dream.
The Page competes with the cadence of her song as he reads aloud from
his unruly scroll, and
His hapless words threaten to spindle the scroll at each consecutive
observed by all herein," he proclaims with apparent regret,
"In spite of our innermost trepidations,
The illusive Pathway
leading both to and from all the entrances and exits of this unlikely
again, has undergone its annual retrofit.
suffered from severe erosion and frequent misstep in years past, and
deemed untenable in such precarious condition,
It has been
reconfigured, resurfaced, and narrowed to accommodate but one-
Within all but
its most predictable sections."
He continues, a
"We, in sympathetic
concord, have made valiant efforts to retain a majority
more familiar potholes and endearing wheel grooves.
We have insured
that it shall wind aimlessly along our ridge in a windswept approach,
Away from yesterdays'
This newly configured
By design or happenstance,
Entwine with other beckoning way-fares,
But reputedly, our compelling path is comprised of numerous inspirational
though edged, as it were,
stinging Brambles and sour Elderberries."
In this too, please
fully take note: It is indelibly slated that (at taxpayers' minimal
expense) Confusing and puzzling signposts are to be erected at each
and every painful choice.
Though clearly not possessed of a legible hand,
These signs will be-nonetheless-Possessed, promising us much frivolous
Not unlike those
Thus, all of the transfigured
hearts of one another,
Lift up their
cups toward the rising moon,
that hosted them, saying,
"We bid adieu
to 2003 and send ye notice:
such not withstanding,
She who dances
with a true heart's song is not generally who or where one might think-
If one is disposed
to think of her at all."
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