Ballet For The Dead
Every night when the moon smiles down
Upon the earth
A little grackle and his master
They travelled across the plains.
Graves upon graves they danced and soared
As voices sung in the night sky
Of soothing lullabies
Of placid lamentations.
This they had come to call
The Ballet for The Dead
A touch of grace from the midnight Child
Sanctified by the moonlight’s kiss.
Round and around the dancer went
Whilst the little grackle circled in unison
From earth to sky
They took off into oblivion.
(c) D.Franco 05/06/11
- Title: Ballet For The Dead
- Artist: Lev D Franco
This poem is based on my previous avatar ( http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/gaia/original-avatar/vote/?entry_id=102540509#title ), and the title, as mentioned before, was inspired by a comment I got in one of the WG threads. This is my first non-rhyming poem, please do advice/guide me, constructive criticism is welcome.
- Date: 06/05/2011
- Tags: ballet dead