Poem by Fabrice Poussin
Buried within the shroud of her black glory she waltzed into the crowd wearing that kind gaze light beneath the perfume of her feminine days she seemed to float in a dreamy fortress. Behind the curtains of her last performance she hid tears only she understood singing of the distress none suspected drowning in the sharp liquid of ecstasy. Fleeting hugs beside a strange showroom and she disappeared in another life to travel roads and skies in search of something a mystery secret to her though always hers. At last, she speaks in the voice she sought a surprise to all those who knew her but what can a heavy soul like hers mean to the willingly deaf and blind stranger. Free she is sure to change this world her immense heart submitted to the pain a book upon which history will be written in words which will sound a little more like a symphony.
Poussin’s work in poetry and photography has appeared in hundreds of magazines. Most recently, his collection “In Absentia,” was published with Silver Bow Publishing.
