Jazz Personae Poem #12 by Elizabeth Beck

butterfly movements flit
on gossamer wings, silver
bangles stacked around
her wrist attempt to ground
feet to earth while dreams
shatter like broken mirror shards
reflect her beauty jig-sawed
as her eyelashes flutter, maternal
affection cocoons silken cords
invisible yet invincible strength
encouraging us to stretch
our own wings to soar.

-Elizabeth Beck

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