Danseus ajustant sa bretelle, Edgar Degas, 1895/96
THANK YOU...Tess...at Magpie Tales
THE POSE
In the wings,
away from the corps,
Degas
whispers to me,
the way,
and the answer.
An invitation
to pose after the dance,
a gossamer tutu,
a promise for fame,
as I step into a grand-plie',
take on an arabesque,
spin a pirouette.
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20 comments:
Lovely and ethereal.
I knew (knew) your poem would be lovely.
Hi Other Mary-
Degas...he does that! Thank you..
Hi Helen-
Priceless! Next time I'll just let you read my mind..Thanks!!
Perfection!
Hi Kathe W.-
More than kind...thanks so much!
Love it, so gracefully as the piruet.
ah to be in a degas...what an opportunity to be immortalized eh? all the more reason for dancing.
But, do you dare? Edgar can be oh so tempting!
nicely done Lyn
Beware dead artists bearing gifts of Gossamer Tutus , no matter how good you may look in it ! .......
Hi humbird-
Thanks for your kind words!!
Hi Brian-
Why not, but as my header shows...I'm fickle!! Thanks...
Hi Karen S.-
Hmmm..I would dare..wouldn't you?? dreamin'....thank you...
Hi Wayne-
So glad you enjoyed! Thanks...
Hi Kutamun-
Ghosts bearing gifts?... that's sort of my style..!! Thank you...
Lovely and lyrical, like the ballet itself.
=)
Lovely, Lyn...
Hi Sue-
So happy to read your lovely words...thanks!!
Hi Tess-
Very special..thanks so much!
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