Monday, 24 December 2018
Yule
Merry meet, with peace, and harmony to all at this yule time.
For those who may have fallen on desperate times, may a warm breeze brush their soul's with hope, love and happiness.
©Julian Clarke 2018
Saturday, 8 December 2018
A Ballet
A Ballet:
Forbidden Love
Act 2, scenes 1 and 2
Epoch 1872: mid summer’s eve
Setting: glade in ancient woodland
Principals: Ballerino with Prima Ballerina
Scn.1
And now, the Stradivarius begins.
With such graceful fluidity you glide;
I slide forward, in awe of your beauty.
Oh, ballerina, the dance lives for you.
Heavy hearted, and with arms open I’m
seduced by your arabesque, arms allongé
reaching for clouds that scurry across a
true love on this warm celestial night.
Scn.2
A symphonic cacophony, then hush . . .
The violin leads your adagio.
My heart falters, ragged in peasant clothes.
Sadly, I ask, ‘is this to be your swan song?’
Coquettishly, you tilt your head, listen,
the piccolos tune frees you from the trance;
and the Stradivarius plays with gusto.
“Dear Ballerino, forever we shall dance.”
End.
Curtain call
Julian Clarke © 2018
Linked to Poets United
Forbidden Love
Act 2, scenes 1 and 2
Epoch 1872: mid summer’s eve
Setting: glade in ancient woodland
Principals: Ballerino with Prima Ballerina
Scn.1
And now, the Stradivarius begins.
With such graceful fluidity you glide;
I slide forward, in awe of your beauty.
Oh, ballerina, the dance lives for you.
Heavy hearted, and with arms open I’m
seduced by your arabesque, arms allongé
reaching for clouds that scurry across a
true love on this warm celestial night.
Scn.2
A symphonic cacophony, then hush . . .
The violin leads your adagio.
My heart falters, ragged in peasant clothes.
Sadly, I ask, ‘is this to be your swan song?’
Coquettishly, you tilt your head, listen,
the piccolos tune frees you from the trance;
and the Stradivarius plays with gusto.
“Dear Ballerino, forever we shall dance.”
End.
Curtain call
Julian Clarke © 2018
Linked to Poets United
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