Eclipse of His Sun
by Helga Ross
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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Inspired by the partial eclipse of the sun: March 18-19, 2007.
Then I will swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
Sonnet 132 ~William Shakespeare
A new moon in a halo of light,
a magic mood, ended too soon,
(before it began!) her debutante ball.
And she, something to see,
and he, behold,
though he, himself, a splendid sight.
But blinding beauty on the move,
he barely got close,
nor did she know
she had him in thrall.
The dark lady dazzled all.
She wore her inky slip dress
and ironed her hair,
and underneath, lacy underwire, underwear.
And off she went a-dancing without a care.
A feast for the eyes like the sunrise,
she transformed what was left of his light
into a night,
like a peacock, made up to stare.
But she didnít see him for the glare.
When it was wondrous to be unaware.
© Helga Ross 2007
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|A very beautiful piece of work and in a brilliant light.
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Eclipsing the night and or the day it is the glare of beauty that one is left with, the amazing encounter or the dance at the ball, it is all an encorporated view that one can find the very essence of it's darkness and the light....a most enjoyable escape of poetry....
nicely penned.....Art Sun...
|Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry
|Debutante balls what a wonderful tradition passed.
Love the corset underpinnings. Nice writ.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Blinding in it's openess and I could see the sensual young woman dancing beneath one of those huge mirrored balls for some reason. Well done.
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Ah... that blinding glare and we can't see past our own desires. Excellent in form and content, as always.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|love the end, ..."wondrous to be unaware..." innocence can be lovely|