I’ll dance lightly on tepid glass
with you melted fifth position.
Your arms long, smooth, as gilded wings
I’ll slight embrace your poise sun.
A phoenix ray of squint ballet
you warmed the cold solstice
that hung briefly upon the air.
A mid- winter’s preface.
A ballad form for One Stop Poetry
>Fifth position is hard-as in difficult. It might melt!I do like your images. Thanks.
>Like the poem.
>Great images here loved the ballad Jerry, I'm turning into the class screw up but I don't mind I have one week to improve!! Blessings my friend!
>very beautiful.. kinda magical- SY
>..and i long for spring anyway – no matter how beautiful you write about winter…
>And the sun dances through – pirouetting through winter here. Well done and beautiful.
>I don't know much about ballet, but this was lyrical and light as any steps they take, Jerry.
>**exhale**so. beautiful. thank you.