I share this as the anniversary of Diana's death approaches in August. This was written when Diana died in that horrendous crash. To me she was a very beautiful, but tortured, soul and may her body rest in serene peace as her spirit soars in other worlds, doing good things for the universe.
Diana's Dance
Nymph-like,
tasting the nectar of life,
searching its smooth sweetness,
tempting her to each blossom.
Sylphan woman-child,
innocently cavorting,
exuding youth and beauty
until
she began
the last dance
with the carnivorous
paparazzi;
her regal and luminous gown
swirling closer and closer;
flirting
seductively
with the carnivore.
One faulty step;
one loud crescendo.
The tempo hastens
and she struggles
passionately
to free herself
until she sighs
her last,
within the quicksand clutches
of the carnivore.
-Joy Stalvey Barefoot
