Dance, Helena

A corpse falls on velvet black slippers

So graceful in death.

 

As the roses drop from those re-animated hands,

A steady beat pushes in from the air

Enticing the long-lost beauty to dance.

 

Slowly at first,

The limbs stretch and bend

Feeling out their limits;

While behind closed lids,

Something beyond this life dances, as well.

 

Coming slowly to full height,

This forever-gone life teeters and catches itself

In an un-earthly rhythm. . .

So haunting.

 

While the mourners bow their heads in prayer,

Snow-white and ice-cold hands graze delicately over

The tops of lovers bodies,

Flowing with the beat-

So wonderfully.

 

Now the lovely interpretation of death

Comes into it’s power

Pushing and pulling the air around it

Dancing ethereally down the church aisle…

But a gasp-

Falling into the casket,

The dance dies

Like beauty once did.

Author's Note

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[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

exceptionally painted imagery through the rhythmic pattern of words~you create a vivid three dimensional cinemascape rich with haunting beauty~