The Dance

In the beginning          
         
We were kindred spirits.         
Our hearts danced      
like Fred Astaire          
and Ginger Rodgers.         
         
We shared compliments,         
accolades,  
making pirouets  
across a stage of love in  
our own     
romantic theater.          
         
But somehow          
we missed a step.          
The rhythm faulted.          
         
My mirror's reflection     
could no longer deny       
my doubts.    
         
Our footlights flickered;          
the closed curtain motionless.         
         
Our moods darkened       
as though our theater  
reformed as an old castle        
with cobwebs and bats.         
         
Before it was all over,          
         
I could of sworn there were          
fang marks on my heart.

Reviews

[Marie]

The intoxication of love when one falls in love is superbly expressed through excellent word choice in this very bitter-sweet poem. Two became one in every aspect. Sadly, things didn't work to plan and the love affair was transformed into a home without love. I love the final two lines in the poem, they are so graphic and reached out to my mind: "I could have sworn there were
fang marks on my heart". Wow! That is superb! It ties in with the transformation so finely and for me, is like the beautiful red ribbon which ties all of the poem together in a bouquet of bitter-sweet words, like a bouquet of flowers. I so enjoyed reading. Kudos on a superbly penned poem, R... and thank you so very much for sharing..

[Relic]

I always appreciate your well thought out comments, Marie. Thank you. :)

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear R... :))

[Fia Naturie]

The beginning was so beautiful and sigh-worthy, then things changed, and I felt bad. Nicely done, Relic

[Relic]

Thank you for your kind review, Fia.