Sidi J. Mahtrow
The Butterfly - A Solo Ballet. - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
A poem to celebrate Caroline's accomplishments.
The stage is dark
And silence hangs heavily in the air
On the floor a tiny lump appears
It does not move.
Slowly the lighting, like sun arising
Reveals more of what is to be.
The lump enclosed in gossmer
Seems to stir.
It is still too dark to make details
But it appears that the lump grows larger
Stretching and yet
The wings and legs are not extended
The shape changes
As the light becomes more clear
A wing reaches for the light
And then another,
Upright the apparance of a body
Long and lithe
Stretches to its full length
Yet still tied firmly to the floor.
First a wing and then another
Opens and closes
Until it is fully entended into the waiting air
Then collapes back to the side
A leg extends and bending
Flexing, bending flexing
All the while the lump
Slowly turns and rises.
Now in the dim light it is revealed
A butterflly in all its glory
Is emerging from its cocoon
And will soon take flight
Stretching, reaching, testing the footing
The body now is slowlly but determined
Filling the space from which it has emerged
It takes a tenative step
But is still firmly bound to the birthing spot
Until with a spring
It bounds forth
Wings enxteded, legs mincing in the air.
The lights now ablaze
As it is seen that a beauty is unleashed
Spining, leaping, prancing
Not unlike a new born foal seeking the light.
On tip toes the creature sweeps
Too and fro
Until it is bounding over
The stage, first here then there
Testing its wings
Trying the new born strength
Of its legs
Until it is trully free.
About the stage it fllies
Trying steps that no other can duplicate
The wings in motion
Providing the balance that is needed.
The butterfly seeks to rest
Finding a place not far from which
And slowly folds
First the wings
Then the legs
The body compact as once before
The lights dim
Until it is dark
Dark as it once was before.
The butterflly sleeps.
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