Their faces, masked
with make up.
Concealer and eyeliner for older girls,
blush and lip gloss for younger ones.
She begged her mother
for just a puff of soft, sweet make up.
She appeared on stage without it.
Her cheeks red
from pinching them to make it look like blush,
everyone else in fancy make up,
she stood with red cheeks.
A ballet recital,
they got a dress, too white for ivory,
yet not white at all.
Delicate, graceful, elegant.
"Perfect with blush and sparkles."
"Ballet is for dancing,
not to wear make up"
her mother would chide.
Faces masked
with make up, that kissed their skin,
the stage light illuminating,
every brush,
every slick,
every feature.
Her dress so innocent,
irresistible,
everyone looked more
beautiful.
She wants to,
needs to camouflage,
to hide herself,
her beauty, her soul.
The light shines on her,
with just her dress,
her ballet white dress,
to make her feel beautiful.
Their faces masked,
dress, ballet white,
face, unmasked.
really enjoyed your poem, i thougth it was really creative of you in using that color to express the feeling a ballet dancer
ReplyDeleteI like how you described the dress,"...they got a dress, too white for ivory,
ReplyDeleteyet not white at all.
Delicate, graceful, elegant.
"Perfect with blush and sparkles."" Nice imagery!
I love the refrain, and the imagery is absolutely stunning. I can just picture a small little girl ranting to her mother about the make up, and while everyone else looks like porcelain this little girl looks natural. Outstanding job Mari.
ReplyDeleteAwesome job Mari! I love your poem! I agree with Daniela because the way you expressed the dancer makes me want to read it again. Great job!! :)
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