Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas
He dreamt her
in black and white.
Feathers float
softer
as the light strikes.
Sullen,
he lurks in the dark.
Await.
Yearning to capture
the essence
of her soul.
Undaunted,
she
caracoles.
Luminous
only
for
herself.
A poem created for
Thank you Tess, for another wonderful visual inspiration.
Enjoyed this .... I also saw someone ominous, lurking about.
ReplyDeleteDark and delicious...
ReplyDeletenicely done Sienna
ReplyDeleteI didn't see this in the photo, but on second look, I do! Nice take.
ReplyDelete(I think I was too busy having a reaction based on my ballet days.)
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Yeah there is always another, thanks for your eloquence
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