A flock of blue dancers,
all decked out in pale white faces.
Each the same as the other,
condensed into their sleek pale pink tights
and royal blue, fluffed costumes.
Pinning back long brunette locks,
grooming cobalt tulle.
The dewy scent of perspiration
and anticipation hover the air,
along with the faint tunes
from orchestra members.
Hands firmly placed on hips,
flushed powdered cheeks.
The dancer's eyes evaluates her stretched sole.
She contemplates each movement,
playing it over.
Each step, each leg,
each arm, toe, and finger.
There is only a glance of surrounding colors.
Her tasteless balmy lips perk
just at the thought of an attentive,
wide eyed audience.
All dressed in dapper, tailored clothing.
Never mind them.
The show must go on,
let's prepare the canvas.
No comments:
Post a Comment