Sugar Dust

Sugar Dust

A Poem by icelandicblue

I knew her once in a life
built of sugar cubes
where sweetness reigned
as we licked the
same lollipop carefully
under the spotlight.

Our pirouettes were choreographed,
hers in green and mine in blue
as we flowed across our own stage,
moving with soundless grace while
our souls bled from worn toe shoes.

It was in the red that we found ourselves
beneath the pulsing neon of excitement,
beyond boundaries set, yet unable to
see the heights forcing us to balance on
edges so thin they bent beneath our secrets

A prima ballerina she craned her swan neck back
so that her pupils absorbed each drop of light
and finally she disappeared into her own misery;
my tears of confusion dissolved
our sparkling sugar dust,
leaving one cemented in place
and the other stuck upon
a cracked spider web of pain.

© 2013 icelandicblue


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This was exceptional, the heart of a dancer, speaks, it could be an old dancer, or a dancer of love... through your words, as also I feel the irony of sugar coating the subject matter, literally. It could be real, aswel fictive. For two ballerina's on a birthday pie for example, or even a wedding cake... this write could go anywhere, but is neat to the core. I feel memories, and the pain of getting older, and have lost friendship or a love in general, as time flies... and memories stay... so good my friend so good this is.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Elisa- the poem is about losing a friend and the devastation that followed.

11 Years Ago

You're always welcome, I found this very moving... in both (2) ways.



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great title! very fitting. the intimacy of your first verse lets me experience the pain of this lost love. lots of creative phrases; Sugar Dust simply kicks it! if this is personal, i am sorry for your loss. :{

E.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much. Ir is based on real events- we are friends again but it is not the same.
It's a bittersweet read about friendship, lovely and the imagery is as well.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks R & B-
Friendship is just another roller coaster in life.
The imagery here is spectacular. I liked this a lot

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Oceana. I appreciate your visit.
I agree with everyone about the images, lovely. Personally too, it has a resonance. that of my sister and me - being together, fading away, then coming back, and so forth. Always though, there is a bond. Thank you so much for this poem.
-x-

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

My pleasure, thanks for the review.
This seems about friendship....and how, despite the bond of goodwill and hope for each other`s future, we cannot influence the other for good in the face of ill-fortune. Well done, Blue. P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

I appreciate that Pete. Thanks
Some fantastic imagery in this piece. I love you last line, "A cracked spider web of pain." Brilliant use of words, they lend to such illusion.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Kristen.
The imagery was really powerful in this one. I am seeing two little girls growing and losing each other along the way. Sad and beautiful, Blue. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

That is exactly what the poem was about except we weren't little. Thanks Angi
Powerful phrasing here... great write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much.
Some good metaphors in this one. Good job blue

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks a lot BR. I appreciate it.
This was exceptional, the heart of a dancer, speaks, it could be an old dancer, or a dancer of love... through your words, as also I feel the irony of sugar coating the subject matter, literally. It could be real, aswel fictive. For two ballerina's on a birthday pie for example, or even a wedding cake... this write could go anywhere, but is neat to the core. I feel memories, and the pain of getting older, and have lost friendship or a love in general, as time flies... and memories stay... so good my friend so good this is.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Elisa- the poem is about losing a friend and the devastation that followed.

11 Years Ago

You're always welcome, I found this very moving... in both (2) ways.

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