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I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,
 
a rocket that wriggled up and shot
darkness with a parasol of brilliants
and a peewee descant on a flung bit;
I was blusters of glitter-bombs expanding
to mantle and aurora from a crown,
I was fouéttes, falls of blazing paint,
para-flares spot-welding cloudy heaven,
loose gold off fierce toeholds of white,
a finale red-tongued as a haka leap:
that too was a butt of all right!
 
As usual after any triumph, I was
of course, inconsolable.

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 11 Feb 2012 11:06 PM | Viewed: 3210 times

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