Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
Little Serenade
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Splitting and Fucking
- The Metronome
- Oblivion
- The Talking Tree
- The Humane Society
- He's
- Romancing Herself
- Après Le Deluge
- Little Serenade
- A Cactus
- Mother's Wrists
- Transporting the Piano
- The Chicken Lady
- Mother's Tomato Plants
- Green
- How to Fry a Chicken
- The Fat Lady's Arms
- Talking in Lamu
- The Sound of Scissors
- Migraine
- The Glass Elephants
- The Storm Horse
- The Ferret
- The Red Tricycle
- A Music Stand
- Flowers
- Horse Bones
- Skyping with my Mother
- A Box
- The Last Time I Saw Her
- Speaking with the Dead
- Mother's Persian Rugs
- Caprice for Violin
- Dream of a Burning Woman
- The Last Breakfast
- Childhood
- Historic Evening
- Ruts
- Vagabonds
- Phrases
- Nocturne
- Shopping for Overalls in Milwaukee
- Treemother
- Wild Horses
- My Mother's Will Emailed in pdf
- Victoria Park
- First Storm
- A Daughter
- Hawthornden Cemetery
- Kathmandu
- Zero Hour
- My Brother's Violin
- The Family Freezer
- A Friend Request
- Feeding the Horses
- Lake Park
- White Horse
- Dawn
- My Dark Horses
- Acknowledgments
Summary
In the end she was never quite sure,
whether it was real or she was dreaming,
the trance-like way she'd take the stage
then waiting, noiselessly, beneath the lights
for that cue she'd come to know so well,
her father's nod, and the velvet curtains opened
to Mozart's Little Serenade.
How masterfully her father's violin
predicted each move before she danced it,
After all, she was the favoured daughter
she thought, as her little leg was pulled
high up over her right shoulder.
Yet as her body tightened into the pose,
for some reason she thought about her sister,
how jealously she'd been acting lately.
But soon the music quickly changed its rhythm,
and her little hips twisted in adjustment,
then her thoughts drifted to her mother,
the cold stares she'd given her at dinner.
But she was going to become a ballerina
she remembered again during the final movement,
her arms now loosely trailing behind her,
like the fallen branches of a tree.
The whole world would see she was special
she thought, stretching out into the final pose.
It was perfect—her father was ecstatic,
and the audience exploded with applause.
Yet when she was back in her own bedroom,
she would find herself quietly weeping,
Had her father really thought she was good?
she thought, noticing she was lightly bleeding
After all she was a woman now—
her young body swanned into itself;
she replayed the entire dance in her mind,
repeating her father's praise again and again.
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- My Dark Horses , pp. 11 - 12Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017