TheFeatheredSleep remembers an extraordinary artist.
Lindsay Kemp died
And with him
A torn piece of time
From the quilt of
Those rare beings who are irreplaceable
…
I wonder at, the length of a life
Seeing some eek out forever
Living fossils unable to pass
Whilst others seem more
Moth to flame
Their brightest extraordinary
The arc to eventual dim
Inevitable
…
We all perish
But some burn so bright when alive
Even in death they ecclipse
Ordinary forms
It is those extraordinary beings
We cleave to and covet
For in our own search for meaning
They fulfill the dark spaces of our need
Like arrows pointing to starlight
We dance when they come into our orbit
With the flow of children
In the witness of wonder
…
Lyndsey Kemp died
Images in my mind whirl
Of a young Kate Bush dancing
My own outstretched hands in ballet theater
As he strode poised and strong…
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