My Tragic Ballerina - Poem by V. Vagari
As the show had begun it began like the sun
with gentle music slowly starting to play,
when I’m introduced from stage right by a peculiar first site
from behind the curtain a ballerinas betrayed.
With a hesitant twist a pirouette in remiss and a halfhearted jeté displayed,
she hangs her head low, in mid plié for show
and now frozen in place - time refrains.
As the moments would pass houselights dim till it's black
except a faint light that illumines a girl,
and with the shadows around, dancing pas without sound
I’ve a sense that what she’s feeling is real.
Although the imagery would last, it slowly fades like the past
lingering on in the ways that she (the ballerina) moved,
her regrettable stances were a mockery of dances
but variations conceptually true.
When her courage arrives my danseuse moves in strides
to protect a child still trembling in fear,
but as she moves to the side, I soon realize
she’s been moving toujours towards a mirror.
I’m so ashamed...
As the curtains go down in slow motion I’m found
as my flowers pour down in the rain,
and I finally see what she wanted of me
to see down inside she’s in pain.
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