Fugue in Blue

Loss and love in a dream state

Photo by Kazuo ota on Unsplash

I hear the music
      And as our souls
            Twirl, spin, negotiate
                  Each turn
I saw them dance
      Their figures
            Blurred blue
                  Loving, swirling,
Sometimes fused

Ah! the longing
      Do souls ache?
            Pillowed sweetly in
                  Repose, feebly laid

As the lute whines
      The nascent dawn
            Clasps us to her breast
                  Then, I awaken
Feel the weight
Of you there,
Hear your
Sleep-stained breaths

Author’s Note

The famous Edgar Degas painting in pastel, Blue Dancers, c.1899, of four ballerinas practicing inspired this poem.

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• A flash fiction piece, first of three endings to The Beginning:

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