Dancing Divas
They face the audience
Undaunted
Pirouetting into a whirlwind of
Beautiful sound
Floating feather-like
Into the air
Returning with a dawdling pace
To the auds' oak deck
Scissor splits
Send the crowd into a teeth grinding frenzy
As the multitude front their seats in awe
They are dolls for a night
Luminous colors of burnt orange and fire-flamed red
Remind me of
JFK's eternal flame
They climax ornately
To the grateful flock
As they beam with glory
Into the night
They danced
poem by Matt Mondschein
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
