Imagined
by Dorothy Swoope
I imagined I
was Isadora —
diaphanous
dancing barefoot
on a lush summer lawn,
fragrant flowers
woven through
my flowing hair —
lithe and light,
a loosened, bright
Pre-Raphaelite.
IMAGE: “Isadora,” portrait of dancer Isadora Duncan by Arnold Genthe (1926).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I was inspired to write this piece through the Silver Birch Press prompt “My Imaginary Skill” I spent hours imagining I was Isadora Duncan and would dance and swirl aimlessly in my own world around the house in winter or out on our front lawn in summer, thoroughly entranced with myself!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Dorothy Swoope is an award-winning poet and long-time resident of the South Coast, New South Wales, in Australia. Her writings have been published in newspapers, anthologies, and literary magazines in Australia and the USA. A collection of poems, The touch of a word, was published in 2000. Inspiration is everywhere.
Your poem is totally convincing Dorothy! I was transported! Happy Anniversary Silver Birch Press.
Wonderful poem!!!