Acrobat and ballet dancer:
ripples in a flying carpet
wave on wave along the walltop,
fakir-like with perfect judgement
even where an iron railing
pricks its line of bristling spearpoints.

Undulant between the axes
of a horizontal surface
and the force of gravitation,
leaves a track that hangs imprinted
fading like the after-image
of a firestick waved in darkness.

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© Brian Fewster,
Published in Poetry Nottingham 52/4, Winter 1998

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