Sunday Scribblings Prompt a standing ovation
painting by Leonid Afremov
Dying flames
She shivers, waking up silence
staring into dancing flames,
hypnotising her, taking her
to a place where she twirls
with grace for
two piercing eyes
clouding a crowd
her arms
unfolding petals
A port de Bras
in a pas de deux
her muscles stretched
like strings of a guitar
vibrated by admiration
a standing ovation
a note
"for my queen of night"
in elegant strokes
a thousand tulips
deep red, evokes
a dream
untill
his insistent absence
cools her passion
She shivers, waking up silence
staring into dying flames
marja blom
She shivers, waking up silence
staring into dancing flames,
hypnotising her, taking her
to a place where she twirls
with grace for
two piercing eyes
clouding a crowd
her arms
unfolding petals
A port de Bras
in a pas de deux
her muscles stretched
like strings of a guitar
vibrated by admiration
a standing ovation
a note
"for my queen of night"
in elegant strokes
a thousand tulips
deep red, evokes
a dream
untill
his insistent absence
cools her passion
She shivers, waking up silence
staring into dying flames
marja blom