“Ballet Lesson” and Other Poetry by Betsy M. Hughes The Society January 17, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Ballet Lesson The flow has ebbed and left a tidal pool. A little tern wades in with webbed feet So delicate they wobble in the cool But keep the balance of this athlete. She moves her slender body, takes the stance Of ballerina on the sandy floor, Performs her birdlike steps in daring dance Just inches from the deeper waters’ shore. Encore! Petite danseuse with such esprit That you forget the dangers of the flood, The predators that spoil your fantasy, The squalls and all that make you quickly scud. Oh graceful swallow, from you may we learn Through time and tide to turn and turn and turn. Interruption A golden silence reigns — a holy time When on this autumn day of burnished leaves And fruitful harvest in its perfect prime, The quiet permeates the air and weaves A web of wonder in my soul. But then! Such sudden piercing, penetrating scream! A handsome hawk appears within my ken And, swooping down, it interrupts my dream. This keen-eyed predator is on the hunt, So swift to strike with strong and seizing claw That my complacency is an affront, I must respond respectfully with awe. For there is beauty in this bird of prey, In nature’s moment, drama for the day. Runes The reason why I pocketed this stone: It beckoned from the bottom of a pool, A shallow in the lake — It was alone, My own — I felt it round and smooth and cool. Another day I found a driftwood piece, An ugly form which waves rejected, beached. This long proboscis was a strange caprice; Exposed to sun, the nose was pocked and bleached. My favorite souvenir might be this shell Upon whose enigmatic face an eye Stares up at me inscrutably. Its spell Has fateful powers known to signify. Inspired, I worship texture, shape, design; Inscribed are notes of nature’s underline. April Earth Beneath us sleeps a secret, patient world Of fertile earth and plantings — bulbs and seeds In moistened soil, safely tucked and curled, Receiving rains sufficient to their needs. The ground is soundless. Underneath, the mood Is active waiting, purposeful, and pure — Anticipation cooled with quietude Until a sure emergence is secure. Then urgent stems must make their run to light, They push through pathways in the loam, upswing — Up! Up! — toward a place where all is bright, They burst into the warmth and fire of spring. New shoots from tubers, bulging buds give scope To subterranean harbingers of hope! Ornitheology Imagine an immensity of sky, A station — high! — where birds fill up on air, On atmosphere so rarefied they fly Inebriated with the truths they dare. Imagine our propensity on earth, Location where we humans toil below, To feuding, hopelessness, and woe, a dearth Of inspiration which might help us grow. Imagine that refueling takes place: Creation underneath some feather-fleece Of music we can, pumped to full, embrace, Uplifting, winging to a world of peace. Believe that harmony exists — Birdsong! The miracle was in us all along. Betsy M. Hughes is a poet living in Ohio. Featured Image: “Amarys” by Douglas Hofmann. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response CAROLYN BAYNE January 17, 2014 THIS IS GREAT POETRY Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.