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Balletomania


‘Federojenska did a grand jeté into the wings one matinée
and was never seen again’ – Edward Gorey, The Gilded Bat


I can’t tell you how often
I’ve wanted to do that
zzzzzooop!! and you’re gone
not with a bang but a grand jeté
not with a scowl but a simper


he’s the one

he shucks off his clothes quick & whippy as a grass snake
she looks at the peel & self of him & oh! he’s the one, she thinks,
really the one this time
the bed’s hot with struggle & straddle & thrust & thrutch
& summit-topping cry

she never sees him again

sirocco

exhausted noon
the hot wind is syrup

alone, a brittle leaf
ambles along blazing streets
a barefoot child
in slo-mo

Mandy Macdonald

If you have any comments on these poems,  Mandy Macdonald would be pleased to hear from you.

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