Isadora Duncan

Isadora Duncan

It’s the bizarre death,
I admit it, or no
it’s the great quote.
I don’t know,
I somehow took note…

Barefooted, bare legged
bare the lies of convention,
coax to become the music,
coax to become,
by god, to truly, finally
be,

free

A silken scarf wrapped round and round your throat
that flowing scarf wrapped round and round a wheel…

You were once wild here, don’t let them tame you.

And it’s etched in my brain,
I’ll remember your name.