Alluring Ballet Dancer...

 Sitting in front of an open logged fireplace

in the front room

of our house

it's evening time and dusk

has just started to fall

no one is in

the house is in a quiet and calm

atmosphere

I sit on the floor

in front of the soothing flames

and watch them dance

before me

I see a ballet dancer

and she is pirouetting

before me

Inside the red and white passionate

waves of wonderment.

I'm captivated

by the grace and

the charm of her moves

as I gaze

hypnotically

like a child

at

the bewitching effects

the flickering of the light

of the embers

have on

my

heart, mind

and soul.

My eyes see the

beauty

That may be

others do

not see.

As clearly as I do.

From this vision

of allurement.

Reviews

[Norman 223]

I really warmed to this poem, Dee ( if you,ll forgive the pun) as it was a fascinating reminder of my boyhood, when we had open coal fires .
I would sit watching the glowing coal and flames create pictures, even stories in my imagination.
Even now, I can still see abstract patterns in tiles etc resemble objects, which prompts a painting or a piece of writing. So perhaps it is something we never lose. Is this what creativity is all about?

[Onlyme]

Thank you Norman, so glad you got something from it. And like me you see painting or pictures inside the flames.