The Moment
Live in the hope-spangled moment!
Yet the fragile crystal moment
Too often shatters
Into thought-slivers
Of barren futures
Or painful pasts.
Live in the moment
But gingerly.
Prudy Sutherland
26 July 1981
Elaina
Elaina, she dances, she dances, she
Dances across fragrant meadows
On a primal summer morning,
Her silk gown billowing;
Sweetly she hums a melon cool tune,
Whispering, swishing.
Elaina, she trods across sullen graveyards
At cold winter midnight,
Her sirge robe mimmicking
The shadows of the gravestones
On which her foot falls leaden;
She wails, she wails, she wails.
Prudy Sutherland
19 July 1981