Pas de Ballet Anvil

Part 5. of The 21 Malaise Planes

Pas de Ballet Anvil.

No one saw the tear I shed

When the princess floated across stage

The academy in haunted red and tonight

Pas de Deux was mine

Tchaik’s resurrection for one night only

I was alone for a moment in satin shadows

Or so I thought— then ceiling heads grinned gold

And caught me grieving no other word

For trapeze, strange as these freewheeling

Of things only songs can express

At once I knew the feeling

-KR