Naked <br />as a statue <br /> <br />you stand <br />there <br /> <br />a Venus <br />come to life <br /> <br />wrapped <br />in thought <br /> <br />(I watch <br />enraptured) <br /> <br />until the doorbell rings <br /> <br />whereupon you yank <br />the table cloth <br /> <br />in one swift sharp motion <br />from the table <br /> <br />and attire <br />yourself in it <br /> <br />the cup & saucers <br />vase of freesia flowers <br /> <br />tremble slightly <br />but: stay in place! <br /> <br />And then to invisible applause <br />you step off stage <br /> <br />return…clutching <br />the long longed for registered letter. <br /> <br />The postman <br />smiles and whistles <br /> <br />down the crazy paving <br />his morning made. <br /> <br />You let <br />the table cloth fall <br /> <br />laugh <br /> <br />magical as all... <br />...ways!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magical-as-always/
