Istanbul Literary Review - January 2009 Edition (#13)
Istanbul Literary Review - January 2009 Edition (#13)
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The Zeotrope
by
Duane Locke

The story goes like this;
She was a dancer in a group entertaining the lunch time public in the village square and he was a tailor's apprentice eating his mother's prepared sandwich and washed apple, each day she danced each day he watched ate his apple and stood transfixed by her movements her body her face delicate and pretty as a frangipani blossom coming of age, very soon he fell in love.

The story continues like this;
They married and lived in a house by the sea where the breeze transported rhythms of dance through their window and then he would hold her gentle in his arms and they swayed as only love understands across the floor to the music of ocean the flight of gulls tunes inside shells and from ghosts of Gershwin and Porter, he whispered Ginger yes her Ginger to his Fred confirmed their vows in that naked moment of souls beating twice in one heart.

He was now a qualified tailor when one day while sewing an overcoat his dancer died at home alone, alone with her ghosts and salt stained sound of music sailing in from the lonesome sea.

The story continues;
He wailed for forty days and forty nights without food or water he yelled abuse at God at Christ at Allah at Buddha at the ocean at himself at the walls the floor sky and sand until exhausted he fell into a sleep of forty days and forty nights and in this sleep the answer appeared yes he would build a giant zoetrope in the village square one that would spin forever by the force of nature and she would dance once again to the applause of the people.

When the zoetrope was ready he dressed his love in white and placed a garland of pink and yellow frangipanies around her slender neck then positioned her inside where she twirled and swayed and entertained the townsfolk as she had once before.

The story ends like this;
When the town was asleep the tailor would open the door of the zoetrope and they would spin together as one yes they moved as only love knows how to the ghosts of George and Cole and the tearful sound of music sailing in from the lonesome sea.

Istanbul Literary Review - January 2009 Edition (#13)
Josef Lesser
Josef Lesser
Australia
After retiring from full-time employment Josef commenced writing poetry in order to share his thoughts of life and the world. His poems have been published internationally in print magazines, anthologies and online journals. He lives with his wife on the mid-north coast of New South Wales Australia.
Istanbul Literary Review - January 2009 Edition (#13)