Gloom is a well worn coat
That only fits
If we stand in the cold shadow
Motionless
Submitting
And whither there.
In the motion
in the music
in the ballet
there is a connection
with the very soul
that lingers on
beyond the dance
into ordinary life.
Paulette Bartlett
A smile
May be an illusion;
Deliberate deceit,
Embarrassment, confusion
Or
A glimpse
Of escaped, momentary joy
That floods body and soul
And bursts at last
to be exposed
on the canva…
This was a stolen moment unlike others experienced with the abundance of wild-life on the Isle of Skye….......a memory that moves ever playfully in my mind in many still moments.