Sugar Dust

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.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

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

[icelandicblue]

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

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Anne,

this has such powerful imagery to portray its theme...unfortunately i too dealt with this with my second marriage...

she got lost so far into her anger and misery that she receded away from me...she was not capable of loving...she knew it...fortunately we are still good friends...but if only she could have come toward me more..who knows.

i relate..it makes me very sad...but this is a beautiful write...the analogies are amazing...

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much jacob. Thank you for your insight and review. I always look forward to your reviews. You're the bomb jacob!

[Jack...]

Wow Anne, this was deep and dark, Sometimes life hands us sugar cubes and sometimes life hands us ants to spoil the party. Seet life as children often bring about soured sorrows later... I liked this.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Jack it's still dark in my neck of the woods. Appreciate you commenting.