THE BLUE BALLERINA

(One of my favorite poems. Occurred to me while listening to Tchaikovsky's swan lake..Soft classical music can truly ignite the poetic flair deep within us.)

She looked like an angel in a long lost dream,

Mirth in her face, so happy it may seem

She fastened her cords, snug and tight,

Lifted onto her toes, felt lighter with delight.

The tune set in and the breeze blew swift,

She looked at the blue sky, felt an uplift.

Her poise was stark and her passion was true,

But deep inside her, she felt lonely and blue.

She swayed in the dusk, alone she was

Her partisans were none, but the sky and the stars

Her friend-like foes, used to jeer at her with envy

She adored all of them, but they ruined her glee.

Dancing was the only way to get over it.

She thought, she believed that it was the only cure.

The burden within her heart, she felt it hard to endure,

And started dancing swift; like the gale, yet agile.

The lace from her slippers hung loose and flowing

And the sweat poured out from her face, so glowing..

Yet she didn’t care, she was still dancing;

Dancing away from the world, the blue ballerina..

Not a drop of tear did her eyes shed.

Nor a wail or a whimper heeded.

She picked up the pace, dancing with grace

Away from the world, away from her angst.

The sun did hide its glare from her,

The moonlight did sparkle in the dark.

Time fled, yet her dance didn’t seem to cease,

The pace was steady, sans unease.

She swirled and twirled to the end of the dark,

No sound was heard, no screeching of the owl.

The music was within her, merged with her soul,

And it all ended with the coo of the lark.