I was enchanted by her grace.
The way she moved so fluidly.
A member of the human race?
It seemed to me she could not be.
Yet there she was before my eyes.
A ballerina in her prime,
who has the power to hypnotise
To look away would be a crime.
This was her farewell performance.
She seemed to defy gravity.
I’ll never have another chance.
It was as if she danced for me.
It was the same for everyone.
She danced for them and them alone.
7-Nov-07
Exquisite. And what a lady she is, and what a Gent you are..... t x
Hi Ivor! She was waiting for you to make the first move? Great write! ! ! A (10) ! ! Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny thing is Ivor, I used to do ballet, did so from the ages of 4 1/2 until I was 18 yrs old. Loved it and also I love this poem too. It is enchanting to watch such grace and poise, but underneath it is sheer hard work, loved it though. Thanks so much for this lovely write. Much appreciation from me. love and hugs Ernestine XXX