She stands alone beneath the burning lights
Together here with other anxious souls
The stage awaits a blessèd breath of life
Its players feel the beat and come alive1
His eyes open, body timed with the song
They feel the will of each smooth melody
Each step in fine form, learned in sweat and blood
All they worked for shows in each sweeping pose2
They meet center stage, sharing alto grace
He utters tenor chimes and slides her down
They rise, soft, spin, embrace the final bridge
They join. A final note. The curtain falls.
Author notes
Creative Writing workshop #3 - Iambic Pentameter
Dedicated to everyone who loves the stage.
Comments
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Holy Hell-- I love this. I love the stage. The piece makes me think of a musical ballet. Excellent ending. I love the phrase, "burning lights"--brilliant. That's exactly how it feels. Also "Sweat and Blood" Too true.
~Mab
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That was beautiful. I loved the flow of it! You're really good with poetry. =3 Even when you're writing narrative, you have really poetic decriptions. Well anyway, awesome poem, keep up the good work. =3
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