The Swan King Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

The Swan King

Rating: 5.0


The chorus rings softly
His desire his dance
Towering up high
Within magical trance
Silky members proceed to flow
Across the plane of darkened glow
Dimming lights, flashing blades
Ballet dancing masquerades
Mystery and laughter
Rings golden bells
Bursting thereafter
On which mentors dwells
Swirls and twirls from little girls
Shimmer costumes fancy pearls
Tip toe softly
Bouncing high
Pirouettes across the sky
Fly like a seagull
Glide like a swan
Close down the curtains
The opera has gone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 14 January 2017

So well written song, thanks for sharing

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Alison Cassidy 07 July 2006

Lisa, You describe the thrill of the stage with obvious love and passion. From an aging ex-thespian, I applaud you. love, Alison XXX

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Leigh A. Hill 12 May 2006

wow! this is one of those picture poems that keeps painting with every line written. i can see the whole 'opera' in my head and the curtain falling. perfect. love starr

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Fly like a seagull Glide like a swan i liked these lines, i have protrayed seagulls as scavengers in one of my poems, hehe.

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Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Northumberland, England
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