Pale White Ballerina:


I saw a painting once
Rough, and contemporary
Of a pale white Ballerina
With black as coal thick hair

It hung on a wall
In the bleakest room
Held itself well
It lapped at attention
No matter where thrown

I found it cruel
A frozen girl

Trapped forever
Painted to be
Always in a perfect
Chaînés

She hung on–A wall–
White like pure snow
Beside her stood
A man– who told followers
All about her

Erect and at perfect ease
Half her body turned
In such an uncomfortable
Way, her toes–Pressed
Hard on their tips
En Pointe
To the waxed hardwood floor

She hung on a wall
Which was housed behind
Such thick–Imposing–
Oak museum doors

Comments

  1. Beautifully written. Love the imagery and the idea of the wonderful work of art trapped behind by the museum doors.

    Good luck with the rest of the challenge. Not many posts left to go now :)

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  2. have read back and stopped here to say beautiful poetry - well done - I cannot write poetry so am envious of those who can:) - if you're floating my way (although they are bit long and serious I'm blogging this challenge on http://www.didyoueverkissafrog.typepad.com

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    1. I will defiantly stop by thank you for showing interest in my poems.

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