Ovation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ovation

On the scene, she wore red
Skirt, dress to her knee
Wide open cleavage

A tall man held fiddle
Wore glasses and beard
Then the choir of females

Her eyes, face
A mirror to her race
Indian; Red-skin

Then the sound
Music, violin not normal
Sounded ‘shout'

Came her voice
Was ‘mourning'
Then ‘Attack my wild cat! '

Then sound of a mother
Lullaby for her child
‘Don't worry; we're alive'

Then complain:
‘Here comes, once again'
‘Enemy with his gun'

Her movements
Lioness, jaguar
Arms, legs, a full corpse

Filled with fear
Filled with love
Filled with hope

Everyone was nailed down; Seats glued to the butts; at the end the salon was a cave; stalactite stalagmite with tears and applause...even I. Tanya sang their lives, history. Thank you Tagag...