
Two friends asked me to take a photograph for their wedding invite...
She moves the children’s clothes
away from the balcony door
and finds a measure of broad moonlight
between the geraniums.
She wanted to be a ballerina
before polio took over her limbs like a lover.
She lifts her arms high and tilts her head,
owns for one minute a square metre of Swan Lake;
feels invisible wings brush across her face.
Linda Ann Strang