"The Dance" a poem...
I thought that I would put this poem on here that I wrote recently. As a ballet fan, I love the artistic quality of the choreography and movement of Ballet. Dancing Ballet, at least in my view, is the creative merge portrayed between a dancer's imagination and movement. These two blend together to create a unique portrayal of beauty. Although Ballet is also a dance that requires much hard work and discipline, it is also somewhat freeing in it's way. Anyhow- while reflecting on what I just said, I sent my pen to paper and this poem is the result. I hope you enjoy the beauty of 'the dance' as much as I did.
-Lindsay
Flashes
of sequined tulle in the air
A
bright sash from a dancer’s hand, twirling;
Like
a bird, it sings and glides-
To
the command of the dancer
*“Jete,
danseur, Jete!” commands the instructor;
While
the girl responds with a swift motion,
Landing
on her feet with a wave of her hand,
Graceful
and light like an airy butterfly.
Gently,
lightly, she twirls in the air,
Her
costume clings and flies with the wave of her motion-
Like
a falling leaf she spins and flutters.
*“Libérez comme un oiseau, le petit,” calls the master-
His cane tapping the floor to the music.
* “Soulevez vos bras et ondulez-les !”
Glittering like tinsel,
Airy as down,
The dancer twists to the rhythmic notes.
Leaping once more with a gesture of her arms,
She lands on her pointed feet-
Her crowned head bows to the empty room.
The music has ended.
The dancer curtsies-
Her silvery skirt rustles and sighs.
Two pink- satin shoes peep out from the fabric-
Restless to continue the dance.
-By
Lindsay Miles
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