The Dark Ballerina

My friend Cheyenne hopes to be a ballerina and in this poem I wrote for her, she is! ***Disclaimer*** Cheyenne is in NO way as flexible as I portray her in this poem.

 

 

 

Black tutu; formal, yet mysterious

Dark hair, let loose, long and thick

Eyes that stare into souls and destroy them

All the while, gloom flows into the air

 

The performance feels cold

The audience feels dead

Yet, the ballerina continues blissfully

In failli, she springs to the air

 

She twirls, then lands in plié

The floor turns to ice

The people turn to statues

The ballerina smiles with snowy teeth

 

Eyes search for signs of failure

Though they find none

Ears search for some sort of sound

Though they find none

 

She raises her arms out and pirouettes

Spinning perfectly in tune

The music plays melodiously

Yet, to the crowd it sounds deathly

 

She continues her pas de bourreé

Her feet flying across the stage

Wickedly she raises her arms

And the lights die down

 

She leaps, in grand jeté

Her legs parallel to the ground

Almost invisible against the darkness

Only her shadow can be seen

 

The ballerina crouches into a split

The stage looks empty

But, she slowly relevés on one foot

Smoothly rising, her tutu shimmers darkly

 

Once again, she pirouettes

Though, this time she spins endlessly

Her hair is tossed everywhere

Creating a halo around her devil horns

 

With her feet in croisé,

Her arms gesture to the sky

And a single, deep purple light bursts

Painting the stage

 

The light flashes, numerous times a second

The ballerina, in deboulé,

Moves almost as often as the light flickers

Until she suddenly halts

 

The ballerina faces the audience,

Holding out her hand, the flashing stops,

The single purple light gleams

With her in the spotlight

 

She gently does a fouetté en tournant

Stopping with her leg arabesque

Swinging her leg forward,

She does a final glissade battu

 

She stands straight, and curtsies

The audience feels compelled to applause

She twirls and exits the stage

Leaving the audience baffled

 

 

Author's Note

I hope you can understand the ballet moves.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

In ballet...the movement are said aloud in French...and you do a good presentation with them here in the lines of this verse...to quote:

She twirls, then lands in plié
She continues her pas de bourreé
She leaps, in grand jeté
With her feet in croisé,
The ballerina, in deboulé,

Nicely done with the dance and the verse...