I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,
A rocket that wriggled up and shot
Darkness with a parasol of brilliants
And a peewee descant on a flung bit;
I was blusters of glitter-bombs expanding
To mantle and aurora from a crown,
I was fouéttes, falls of blazing paint,
Para-flares spot-welding cloudy heaven,
Loose gold off fierce toeholds of white,
A finale red-tongued as a haka leap:
That too was a butt of all right!
As usual after any triumph, I was
Of course, inconsolable.