Portrait of A Ballerina
written by: Eoghan Lyng
@eoghanlyng
Starved of body, mind and soul,
Mind control, an image held,
Falls on you to bear.
Pirouettes, the suffragettes you
Left behind could blind
Themselves on a puttering rope.
Resplendently, respectfully, I ask
Routine, it seems, penance
You would only pay from art.
On an image stand, I hand,
To you the courageous walk
You had to dance.
Waxed, in tight set dress,
I confess, your vigour sweeps,
The glass cased chain.
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