The pantomime dancer,
Like the pianist, playing sweet symphony
Imagery comes to play
As one on a mission to sway.
Dressed in typical African bush attire
Body as flexible as yoga….
Like a gentle dove flapping,
Like a cat searching and purring
Sliding from corner to corner
Slippery as an eel
Gliding as a snake
Slipping and crawling
Stretching from side to side
Gentle walks and swings…..
Like a pendulum,
He swings from side to side
Not minding who is watching
Motion takes the whole of him.
At every stage, he leads you on,
Until you wish you’d see him again….
© Edwina Aleme,2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've never really thought about Pantomime dancers. The poem is great.