It's Still Life

La Petite Mort

Watch her buckles and buttons shine
like fading light of a waning moon.
She dances alone with the ancients,
leaping over fallen trees, ferns and mosses.
They watch her dance until the music
in her head vanishes.
Until her song is gone.
La petite mort.

Note: 1) rewritten/condensed from Six Sentence Story. 2) La Petite Mort: I know the Oxford Dictionary states otherwise, but I use it to reflect what’s gone or lost from life – as used by Jiri Kylian, who created a ballet entitled “Petit Mort,” and said, ‘…to be reminded of the fact that our lives are of a relatively short duration, and that death is never too far from us.” 

Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light” (44 words sans title). Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.