when she dressed up like this,
the way she did for
that party
I did not attend or
that one
along the waterside where
all eyes were on her,
different from when
she
wanted to perform
all those years ago
and a time and place
now so far, far away,
living proof of what
Shakespeare claimed,
she treating the whole
world as her stage,
desperate to have
her moment in
the spot light or sunlight,
where all eyes are fixed.
What goes on in her head?
Is she aware of what
her movements cause,
if not quite an earthquake,
certainly a shudder
through each room.
Does she know?
Can she sense the vibrations
she causes as those
who watched her in court felt,
she the focus of
attention
with each shift of her hips.
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