Thursday, 11 June 2020

A Poem a Day (172): Urban ballet


Urban ballet

Dancers stare out over the cityscape,
Its shapes and scattered lights blended.
An urban backdrop eager for a dance.

Feet tapping, they lean out over the rail,
Tulle tutus bristling in the twisting breeze
Teasing their hair on this neon-lit rooftop.

Pedestrians cross unaware of the girls.
A break in their show, a breathing space
Before they tiptoe over the waiting stage.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 11, 2020


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