Dancing on tips of porcelain toes,
She billows and unfolds
Neath a cradling sky.
So brave on a languid,
Liquid ballroom floor.
Delicate curvature,
Countenance of lace,
Knowing all the while,
A riotous waterfall- her fate.
How wise she is in her
Velvet enclosure.
Author notes
A free-form poem. A rarity, for me.
