JENNY ~ (A KEATS SONNET)

Jenny danced as though her toes touched flames,

waltzed with grace through carefree childhood days

bathed in hours of sunshine, light and gay.

At twenty she discovered lover's games

to supersede her winsome childish ways.

One May time hailed the coming of a bride

demure and radiant on her wedding day

sharing a life now with her darling James,

turning to the future, her eager gaze.

Now aged and alone - her reason prey

to voids; stray thoughts, elusive, peek and hide.

From time to time a ghost of memory slips

to sweep those opaque curtains open wide

and paint a fleeting smile upon her lips.