1 Ceres

1 Ceres

A Chapter by Saoirse K.
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1 January 1801

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cosmic is an inveterate spectre;
poignant particles caught between an ash-charged chassé 
and an arabesque punctuating a pirouette and a grand jeté
into the jet stream of a meteoric glissade



© 2019 Saoirse K.



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The depths of space makes quite a dance floor. The icy atmosphere can leave traces like skates on ice. Impressive vocabulary here.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Could say this is me on the football field, but then again.
Always amazed when dancers go onto their toes, just looks so hard.
But when any dance is done to its full potential, you're always in awe.
Are you a dancer yourself.

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Saoirse K.

1 Week Ago

well, my parents had me in lessons for a number of years, though i never took to it like i did other.. read more
All eyes are focused, rows of admires soak up the score as she executes each movement with crisp grace.

Posted 1 Week Ago


this one hits home...my second ex danced ballet in NY...she was so good...and still is a wonderful dancer...played Lady Capulet in a ballet version of R&J..that i went to see a few years ago.
we are still close...and this poem reminded me of those moments...watching the practices for their dance shows...many different kinds of dance..and i got to watch the process, much like the poet's process as he or she develops a piece of poetry.
nicely done with impressive vocabulary.
j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


A unique and thought-full wording ...very emotionally charged and descriptive

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I couldn't help but think of the Silver Surfer from Marvel comics when I first read this. then I thought of dancing for the universe, for the "It" and the realization the dancer is but part of the "It" so the perfection of the dance is without doubt, regardless of time or space. This was a lovely anyway you see it.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lovely words. I enjoyed the French words despite not knowing French.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lovely spectre, Saorise. It is amazing how far the diva ballerina can stretch reality as the intensity of the music rises to the closing crescendo. The language of dance adds to the stark energy and expressions of perfection. This piece reminds me of my own daughter's startling performance at her dance academy finale. At least in my memory, she danced far beyond her age level. My heart beamed with pride to stare as she became the swan that took flight in the closing Swan Lake number to receive a standing ovation. You capture the essence of a great performance here. Love it.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


well, I am never for sure what is meant in many poems but I was exposed here to a number of words I've never seen before.
Grade 6 ed, and like that

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


your words and imagery dance off the page. well done ... :)

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

Posted 2 Weeks Ago



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Saoirse K.
Saoirse K.

Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada



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Irish-Canadian from Sydney, Nova Scotia. Currently living in Halifax. A voracious reader of Sci-fi and fact with a penchant for headlong dives down philosophical rabbit-holes. A logophile.. more..

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