The Clock Dancer

I Imagined watching a beautiful a young girl at her first ball. This is what came to mind.

The Clock Dancer

There she stands in a silver gown

Blue eyed candles and hair unbound

To rare a sight for girls in white

She moves in ripples through candlelight

 

All heads turn as she glides past

A delicate sigh as she pauses to dance

She speaks aloud above the gathering crowd

And lifts her chin with face so proud

 

The hollow flute her dance defies

As blissful strings begin to rise

Her space in measures her smile a pleasure

The weight of her arms a molten treasure

 

Innocence lifts her graceful pose

A shadow falling across a rose

To much to borrow to outrun the sorrow

The hearts in a line all breaking tomorrow

 

A sigh becomes a ticking clock

She flies away with wings unlocked

These shadows appear as we slumber here

And before the world blinks she disappears

 

-Zoe Richardson

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Zoe! :)
This was an interesting descriptive poem. I enjoyed the free flowing rhythm of it. Thanks for sharing.

[Zoe Richardson]

I was experimenting with the rhyme scheme as I envisioned a young girl at her first ball. I am so glad you enjoyed it, and that they rhythm actually worked!

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Zoe. The words danced to perfect ending.
"The hollow flute her dance defies
As blissful strings begin to rise
Her space in measures her smile a pleasure
The weight of her arms a molten treasure"
The above lines. Perfect. I could see everything you described. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Zoe Richardson]

I wanted to play with a rhyme scheme, and I pictured a young girl at her first ball. How she captivates all who watch and eager suitors line up to claim to a dance. Too soon, it's all over and we go back to the every day doldrums. You could see Cinderella here. Or the personification of innocence, so captivating but fleeting. I'm just glad you liked it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy dear Zoe. You create a amazing rhyme scheme.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

My grandmother had a clock like this and as a child it would always capture my attention. You captured visually what I saw in imagination being played out as I watched that ballerina dance in the clock. Wonderful poem Zoe.