SONNET OF ST. ANDREA

The Danube blue shimmered white in the light

provoked by an angel, dancing alone

Smiling solitary under stars bright

Fairy feet skipping over cobblestone

Unfazed and happy in her own delight

A queen seeking clues of the Hapsburg throne

In a home of writers who in their right

rubbed shoulders with composers; Poets well known

A glimpse as fleeting as the blink of eye

etches the image into memory

Holding close to the heart her twirling pose

that prefers to beguile and mystify

potent memoirs of immortality

catalysed by a polka dotted rose