Rowdy Ballerina

dance was meant to be freedom

Rowdy ballerina

What a pleasure to have seen ya.

Your movements, like a hurricane

Still the storm inside my heart.

Your beautiful disorder

Smashes mediocre torture.

Though the critics are incensed,

I've burned your incense from the start.

"Control your movements- Adage!"

Those bound by law and adage say.

Those whose bows are tightest strung

Often fail to hit the mark.

The planned routine is boring,

And your comp'ny I'm ignoring.

I bought a ticket just for you, dear,

A Molotov lit in the dark.

Aggressive, forceful, feminine.

Poised and graceful, masculine.

You are more than what they cast you for:

A silent puppet moved by strings.

You, my flying harlequin,

Dance with the force of earth's revenge.

Like a blow-up dance balloon man,

Be moved by wind, inside and out.

Tear down their vapid piety

To see if the system stands.

Is it more than just an Easter egg-

An ornate box with naught inside?

Tradition burned the witches,

But I think you're fireproof.

I'll make the world your Salem

If it offends one king or priest.

And when the curtain rips in two,

The ark, at last, exposed,

I know that Christ will dance with you,

And his churches be deposed.

For who else put the spark in you?

Who dares to snuff it out?

The time comes for our exodus.

The fire-pillar calls to you.

Rowdy ballerina

What a pleasure to have seen ya.

Behold the prigs in powdered wigs

And their mess we're left to clean up.

Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a powerful and evocative tribute to the beauty and power of dance, and to the courage and strength of those who dare to challenge convention and tradition. The use of metaphors, such as "a Molotov lit in the dark" and "the fire-pillar calls to you," creates a sense of both passion and rebellion, while the imagery of "prigs in powdered wigs" adds a touch of social commentary. Your words convey a sense of both beauty and danger, and the final lines, "behold the prigs in powdered wigs / and their mess we're left to clean up," are both provocative and inspiring. Your poem is a testament to the power of language to inspire and to transform, and to find beauty and meaning in even the most unexpected places.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Really like the part about Christ dancing with her...and the churches deposed...nice comment on organized religion...paralleled to the dance....I feel that way about poetry...it has to be dance that is not cornered by certain steps all the time...there has to be freedom to express and expression with freedom.
My ex danced and still dances ballet...I love watching her. She is so lost in the dance that the world stops around her...
I surely like and relate to this piece.
j.

[Earthrise]

i'm glad you were able to relate to this one, Jacob. watching your ex dance must have been a magical experience. thank you as always for the review