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The curtains lift
The scarlet girl inches
to a lighted end
Her body moves....
quivers like a flame of the candle
to the rhythm of soft music
Pleased by the peoples' cheers
She floats, spins and swirls around….billowing
more energy and light into the night
Glancing at the crowd, she pulls in close
curls herself like a flower
runs her fingers down
to the edge of her body
and...rise to her toes again
Her slender arms lift high,
branch in supple way…
Ah, a petite figure in pirouette
-comes alive in a come-die ballet
encapsulating a FIRE of a rare kind!!
Ah-sweet, addictive auburn blotch
playing hysterics with crosses of fire, creates
---an hour of both assault and kiss
The sensual movements
of the scarlet girl
the rustle of gown, the rush, the grace...
-each add a fluid, languid
mesmerizing quality toThe joy of ballerina....
Recently, in my trip to St Petersburg, Russia, I saw Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake and became a big fan of ballet. The accompanying music is extremely touching…violin solo when combined with a violin-cello creates magic.