Dancing Divas Poem by Matt Mondschein

They face the audience
Undaunted
Pirouetting into a whirlwind of
Beautiful sound

Floating feather-like
Into the air
Returning with a dawdling pace
To the auds' oak deck

Scissor splits
Send the crowd into a teeth grinding frenzy
As the multitude front their seats in awe
They are dolls for a night

Luminous colors of burnt orange and fire-flamed red
Remind me of
JFK's eternal flame

They climax ornately
To the grateful flock
As they beam with glory
Into the night
They danced