Tuesday, 24 June 2014

The Ghosts Of Ballet Dancers


How many  have fallen 
from the edge of Swan lake,
to find themselves here
in a water filled grave.
Achingly anonymous
No voice, no face.
Achingly delicate,
Poise, grace.
No choreography needed
for the unwitting dance.
Propulsion by pliƩ,
destination by chance.