... to dance alone
on milky plain,
a partner shy?
... to glide around
like angels fly?
The music starts,
his stance reposed,
his chin is tucked.
Skintight he's clothed —
a painted buck.
Unfrozen, he
circles the ice —
In search of love?
Indeed to please
the gods above.
His arms outstretch,
then clasp around
a missing beau.
The tension builds ...
quadruple toe!
More flirting spins
to climax, then
a spray of white
— a final lunge —
upon me lights.
His denouement:
a shrinking down
to prayerful kneel.
At peace, also,
is what I feel.
* * * *
written after watching the 2010 Trophée Eric Bompard men's singlesplaced in Poets United Poetry Pantry: #20
very nice, so many images in my head from this one, from angel to a skating snow man...and great rhythm too...bkm
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a partner shy?'
Lovely, Philip. Says so much in a few words. That image conjures up so many things.
lovely piece...
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keep up the excellence.
I love "to dance alone on milky plain" and, at the end, the "prayerful kneel" and the feeling at peace. Lovely.
ReplyDeletePhilip,
ReplyDeleteI could hear music coming from your wonderful words.
A delightful read.
Best wishes, Eileen
Phili[, you did a very good take on this!!!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful word picture here, Philip. You have captured the moment.
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