Silver – stanza 4.2

One of the sad truths, the unfortunate consequence
Of this evening’s tragedy is that the deaths
Will forever overshadow the beauty that
Preceded for the night belonged to Allison
In her serious show debut, her performance
Rose above, soaringly above, the rest of us
Beyond me, a compliment I have never given
To any of the dancers, even the ballerinas
When they invited me to dance at the gala
When they told me the people associated
I jumped at the chance, never thinking
To ask about the woman I was partnered with
I had never heard of her, what I didn’t
Realize then was that no one had heard
Of Allison, she wasn’t even famous enough
To be a nobody, she was a corps dancer
In a small company on the edge of town
Hardly ready to be highlighted, to dance
Solos, to do anything even remotely close
To what was being asked of her, dancing
Far beyond her training, even above her
Ability, to listen to those who knew her before
Beyond the mere complaints of jealousy
People who genuinely seemed to love her
Seemed sincerely shocked she had achieved
Such lofty heights, The arrival of a producer
Ready to foot the bill, create a show
With no connection to the local community
In search of one instance of local talent

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