Anne Michaels from her novel Fugitive Pieces
‘Important lessons: look carefully, record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary, find a way to make necessity beautiful.
The Dance Carol Grimes & Dorian Ford
In homage to Mark Chagall and Anne Michaels
If I could choose, I would live under a round yellow sun,
where a red fiddler stands, with a ring in his nose a blue violin tucked under his chin
let the music begin.
I would be a golden green girl, with long indigo hair, seashells for a necklace
I have flowers for the fiddler,
afloat on the winds of the dance, a tipsy Gypsy twisting and turning –
Let the joy Dance begin.
A painter arrives on a sunbeam, a violet cockerel in his arms
giddy bird whirling and twirling as dancers dance and lovers entwine
there is no time, only golden time
never again to return to the greys of familiar days – let me drown here, be seduced here
to stay forever in mystery and magic, eternally dancing the dance.
If I could choose, I would be a bird with a crown
looking down from a nest – in a silvery tree where humans would morph into –
Birds and Birds sing the best songs,
Where food is as light as moon dust caught on the wing and drink golden nectar –
supped from Flowers.