Silver – stanza 13

A few weeks after her night of weird dreams
Allison felt the tide of practice turn, the art
Of dance flowed from her after decades
Of pushing herself through the vocabulary
Of motions, the thoughts and feelings
That were her now found expression
In each flex of her perfectly toned muscles
The change is not uncommon, we move
Through stages, lights illuminate former shadows
As we take a step through a curtain
But this development in Allison was unique
Because it came so late, most ballerinas
Emerge by the age of sixteen, to outgrow
The corps at the age of twenty-two
Could only be called a miracle, no one before
Had moved to center stage so late
An age when most dancers have resigned
Themselves to the future the fates assigned
She would have stayed in the company
A few years more, taken up character
Work and then found a place at a school
Teaching kids to run and jump and turn
With dignity that did not usually come
Naturally to children, starting the cycle
Over again, leading another dancer
Into the jaws of dancing’s cruel fates
But Allison’s dancing suddenly rose up
Became perfect, forceful, graceful, shone
Out like a blazing sun in deepest night

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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