Escaped into a children's movie with music
from Giselle and Swan Lake though reading
the tragic-romantic story of Giselle savaged
my headache - why save the dishonest Duke
while faithful Hilarion suffers a terrible fate?
I don't want to read Swan Lake's story again;
just love the music, seeing dolls dancing their
parts takes away shock at close-ups of how
unnatural dancers' feet look in ballet shoes -
I prefer dressing-room views of doll dancers
Preparing for the big event - as it put me in
a hypnotic trance that cleared symptoms of
allergy from my head; escapism cherished
in watching more fantasy movies to dream
in the wonderful release which adventures
Like these offer allergy sufferers like me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem