Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

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The Swan King - Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

The chorus rings softly
His desire his dance
Towering up high
Within magical trance
Silky members proceed to flow
Across the plane of darkened glow
Dimming lights, flashing blades
Ballet dancing masquerades
Mystery and laughter
Rings golden bells
Bursting thereafter
On which mentors dwells
Swirls and twirls from little girls
Shimmer costumes fancy pearls
Tip toe softly
Bouncing high
Pirouettes across the sky
Fly like a seagull
Glide like a swan
Close down the curtains
The opera has gone


Comments about The Swan King by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/14/2017 7:59:00 PM)

    WOW
    So well written song, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • (7/7/2006 7:42:00 AM)


    Lisa, You describe the thrill of the stage with obvious love and passion. From an aging ex-thespian, I applaud you. love, Alison XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2006 9:15:00 PM)


    wow! this is one of those picture poems that keeps painting with every line written.
    i can see the whole 'opera' in my head and the curtain falling.
    perfect.
    love starr
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  • (5/12/2006 1:47:00 AM)


    Fly like a seagull
    Glide like a swan
    i liked these lines,
    i have protrayed seagulls as scavengers in one of my poems, hehe.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006



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