Fair waved her slender light brown arms,
a soft and tender flow of waves
as if the soft and tender need of heart
was gently singing in her veins-
her fingers fluttered, feathers caught
in breeze of mind where search of doubt
could find the lyric to express a mood
and let affection’s feelings out –
but can be harsh
her voice’s power
when anger’s pain
insists to shower
who hear beyond the long thin spine
that reaps her sound but can’t portray
impassioned eyes and drama’s pulse of lips
when high emotion stirs her state:
enmeshed in counterpane of sound,
the sweep of strings and rhythmic brass,
her eyes at absent figure dream a stare
as song recounts a tragic place,
on stage, on disc,
in cabaret
sings diva star
from Cardiff Bay.
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