Beanery Online Literary Magazine

July 28, 2008

DIANA DANCED

Filed under: WR/BW KATHLEEN — beanerywriters @ 1:45 am
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—written by Kathleen

                        Lady Diana Spencer danced easily
                                    into our hearts
                        her extraordinary beauty,
                        charismatic presence, captivating us.
                        Young, carefree, a ballerina wannabe,
                                    she rose in arabesque pose
                        or energetically tap-danced through Althorp’s halls.
           
                        Her heart aflutter, she caught Prince Charles’ eye;
                        the delicate butterfly, a princess-in-waiting,
                        she passed long, empty hours
                        practicing tap or ballet in the royal Throne Room.
                                               
                        Following the wedding, a light-hearted Diana
                        danced spontaneously down the aisle of St. Paul’s Cathedral,
                        stained-glass reflections sparkling like jewels beneath her feet,
                        the voluminous bridal veil draped over her arm.           
                                   
                        Diana danced throughout the world;
                        at Covenant Garden’s Royal Opera House,
                        gliding across center stage with Wayne Sleep,
                        lithe and graceful as a gazelle,
                        dazzling the audience with her performance!
                        At the Gillies Ball, poised and confident,
                        she waltzed and fox-trotted with the Palace Steward
                        a man renowned for his dancing skills.
                        John Travolta swept her across the ballroom floor
                        at the White House and in Australia, 
                        she danced with Prince Charles, exquisite in turquoise satin,
                        a beaded necklace headband gracing her forehead.
                                               
                        For the rest of her life she quick-stepped,
                        dodged paparazzi, reporters, photo-hungry media
                        seeking solitude, serenity, sanity.  .  .
                        Conspiring with a few close friends she escaped,
                        dancing the night away on the disco floor,               
                                    the heartbeat of life pulsing through her veins,
                        freeing her spirit from loneliness and pain.
                       
                        Diana danced alone in her bedroom,
                        or in the nursery with Prince’s William and Harry
                        small hands entwined in hers, she held them close to her heart. . .
                                               
                       
                        On a hot August night
                                    in Paris’ Place de L’Alma tunnel
                        England’s Rose was crushed,
                                    her body enmeshed in tons of mangled steel.
                        the fatal accident claiming her life.  .  .
                                    “a thing of beauty gone forever”

Across palace lawns, thousands of fragrant bouquets
                                    were strewn, while mourner’s tears dropped like petals. . .
                        The People’s Princess, compassionate, caring, 
                                    embraced the hurting, the helpless, the hopeless
                                                around the world.
                        In their lives and hearts
                                    Diana will dance forever. . .

 

ADDITIONAL READING:

IF I COULD CRY

LOVER BUBBLE

LOSS AND LOVE

THE RING

REACH OUT

THE TIME IS NOW…

PINCH HITTING

OPEN YOUR EYES

MY SIDE OF THE VIGIL

PERTAINING TO THE SPIRIT

IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE!!

FERAL BIRDS: THE LATEST COMMUNITY HAZARD

THE KILLER KITTEN

MY DOG

FLASHY MOON EXPLOSIONS

CHILDREN LEFT HOME ALONE (or in cars alone)

PARIS CAFE’s

KILLED STRANGELY: A NEW ENGLAND MURDER STORY

 

 

 

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