Having achieved a 2:1 in my Open University Honours I am delighted! Now also I find I have a moment to write and continue my thought process on a new style of poetry where the reader has to choose to follow the interruptions asked by the asterix leading to additional information within the subject of the poem or to read it afterwards. My daughter's second year final piece was to create a beautiful tutu inspired by Swan Lake and she got her friend to dance in it for her. This led to the next poem, inspired by the idea of her friend dancing so elegantly in a public band stand for all to see, with ballet steps from the famous Swan Lake.
The Swan
Over today’s stage,
echoes of history in your feet, you dance.
Melting into movement your graceful body bends,
pointed feet tracing light patterns over the floor;
fine white feathers formfit your body
fragile frayed silk floating upon air.
Slender arms, like wings, embrace the sun.
Exquisitely, you dance,
a silent illusion;
you become her -
the swan.**
I stand, watching them film her
in the outdoor bandstand.
The park is full, yet at the centre, reflected in all eyes
this beautiful bright ballerina in flight.
I turn to go, suddenly this dull, ordinary day
now, unforgettably,
extraordinary.
**Swan Lake is a ballet, op. 20, by Pyotr Tchaikovsky, composed 1875–1876. The scenario, initially in four acts, was fashioned from Russian folk tales.[1] it tells the story of Odette, a princess turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer's curse.The ballet received its premiere on February 20 [O.S. March 4] 1877,[2][3] at the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow as The Lake of the Swans.
