~ The Woman of Dust

~ Because dancers are the messengers of the Universe...

~ The Woman of Dust

 

 

It was the last time she danced

Full of passion and emotion

Her eyes filled with sparkles,  she glanced

The evening was loaded

As she was liberated...

As a red orchid flower she moved

Along the stage so elegant secure

She bloomed so purely

I was there…

In Amsterdam’s Carré,

It was her last dance,

She moved as if she could die

As if her life could stop…

The bliss she felt over the years,

As a true dancer came to an end…

Now she would be remembered

As the Woman of Dust…

 

A true Legend

 

~  Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you xx

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Gorgeous, I can picture her moving across the stage displaying every part of her soul for her audience to see. I have always been deeply moved and entranced by dancers ever since I was a small child. It really is true, "dancers are the messengers of the Universe." Amazing job :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Told a beautiful tale of dance and beauty. Your words made me desire to see her dance. I like the way you told the story in the poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote