Fan Letter to Madeleine
When sing the spheres
and planets dance,
I firstly think of you;
then Bach and Einstein
come to mind,
and that is your ‘fault,’ too;
and then the Maker of the stars
reveals the hand that flung them far
and in your words, though time/space-bound,
those stars, that light, embed, abound,
and my heart swells to find them there
in story dressed, arranged with care
for kiddish hearts like mine.
And then my hands begin to move,
my feet begin to step and twine,
my alto warms, I find a groove,
I join the song, the dance, the breath,
converse with you right through poor Death.
(c) Roslynn Pryor
This post is for NaPoWriMo. The A to Z blog challenge takes Sundays off. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that takes the form of a fan letter.