Fabrication of Beauty

Her body screams dancer. You can see it in her posture.

Those arms are so thin. I can see them twirling through the night.

Every man wants her, but she won’t take any roster.

Beautiful translucent skin. She’s a swan in broad daylight.

 

That’s what they all say and make it out to be.

Dancing isn’t my looks, it’s really a part of me.

I work through the long hours of the day, dancing away.

You’d think I’m ugly when sweaty and gay.

 

But to tell you the truth, it takes guts.

It takes putting myself on that stage

And not falling on the floor or ruining a strut.

Ballet is no sport; it’s a way out of this cage.

 

I stretch, run, and jump, twirling in my tutu.

The bird in the light looks like a friend.

Landing is the best part. You hear the crowd coo.

I’m making this life more than a trend.

 

Run, run jump.

Up again and demi plie.

One two three four and one two.

Alright. Again from the top.

Blood and sweat runs through your head.

Fourth and fifth position and fall into a grand plie,

bending into a bow as the curtains close.

 

Reviews

[Skylah Ginette]

this poem is interesting because the title implies the person really isnt beautiful inside, but the poem conveys to me she really is happy with how she is. I like it.

[topsyturvy]

i love the feel of this poem as if your readers are with you on that stage as well. and how you pieced this artistically, well written.:)

[Jemma]

The flow through the poem adds something to your wrriting. The words just seem to move into the next.
Beautiful write.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Beautifully written. The movement and flow is flawless.

Cheers!
GM

[Don Coorough]

Thank you for writing this piece, Mary. It is moving and emotional, challenging and fascinating. I enjoyed reading it very much.

[Liza]

what a beautiful, brave and elegant yet rough dancer....this write makes people realize the hard work it takes to have a beautiful body and discipline necessary to be a dancer.