Get Your Premium Membership

Martha Graham, a Maverick

HANDMAIDEN OF MOON DANCING fly me to stars in the thrill of one swan night over a crescent arc to feel a flame of sighs, teasing dreams so silent yet ever wild and like a neon light, speak through your feet , your ribs twirling in drips of summer’s rage : throw away the restraint of confined movements dictated by a body unmoved; of a flower keeping her flutters from crawling freely on grass give me a sway through leaps unto ocean’s swell without need for thought or reason, rather, lift the flesh made from love or hate, to burst with primitive heat; fingers liquid in motion unbidden by a sacred place that doesn’t exist on earth, when all but the fragrance of a naked skin expresses the very force that writhes in the faint of depth, licking the cells inside out.. weightless, bold, soft dance the crazy dance with me just because such passion needs to flow along rhythms burning within… till a weave of spin breaks into a trance blending a wanton glide with pirouetting flights raw in some meadow clearing, pious pose under the tangerine of touch… handmaiden of moonlight dancing on flames pluck those eyes ,rise above mortal remains. © *i tweaked this free verse with a sonnet’s volta in the last two lines (10 syl rhyme count instead of the usual 8 syl pattern) ---------- *Martha Graham is the pioneer of modern dance. As a ballet dancer and choreographer, she introduced inner movement emphasizing emotion, spontaneity, and an exploration of psycho-social themes ( feminism, political protest, and labor unrest)through free -flow of innovative steps, thwarting cultural control over conventional, metered dance. Her last performance on-stage was in 1970, at the age of 76; she was working on the choreography for the Olympics when she died in 1991 at the age of 97. Graham was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1976 by President Gerald Ford and cited by Time Magazine as "Dancer of the Century" in 1988, aside from her other accolades. *Source: Wikipedia.com and www.voanews.com *Please watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUoMc5Am_c0&feature=related ‘ ‘’’’’ ‘’’’ For Cyndi Mac Millan’s Maverick by nette onclaud

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 3/16/2012 8:23:00 PM
Congrats on your wonderful win, Nette! This was an interesting read for me. I knew very little about Martha Graham. Blessings, Rhonda
Login to Reply
Date: 3/15/2012 11:31:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved win Nette. Love, Carol
Login to Reply
Date: 3/14/2012 6:29:00 AM
Nette, congrats on your win in my contest. What an exciting and fluid write you entered. How could I resist? When you can, hon, step by my blog. Hugs, Cyndi
Login to Reply
Date: 3/13/2012 10:53:00 PM
I do believe i have commented on this write before Nette,, anyway congratulations are in order today" ( well done)
Login to Reply
Date: 3/13/2012 9:33:00 PM
congrats Nette luv on a super dynamic win for a lovely tribute to a great lady luv..
Login to Reply
Date: 2/22/2012 12:23:00 AM
This write almost got me dancing Nette; well worked flowing write..)
Login to Reply
Date: 2/14/2012 1:36:00 AM
Good one nette I have never heard of her but I feel I know now. Thanks for yuor lovely comments xx
Login to Reply
Date: 2/13/2012 7:02:00 PM
Nette this was a joy to read thank you so much for sharing it with us , Hugs and best wishes , Declan xx
Login to Reply
Date: 2/13/2012 4:54:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your creative work..Good luck in the contest..Reads like a winner to me..Thanks for your always kind comments about my work..I have finished "Yellow Frill" if you care to revisit...This was an interesting person of whom you wrote this work..Sara
Login to Reply
Date: 2/13/2012 4:35:00 PM
Beautiful poem nette, love Elizabeth
Login to Reply
Date: 2/13/2012 3:53:00 PM
nette babe, the hunger of the depth instills, the feeling strokes the little chills, and bursting forth it enters till, eruption stops her dreaming, beyond the gate, the miseltoe, says come on mate, it's time you know, to rise again to penetrate , to be at one within the gate, it's dangerous i know, just do your bit for fate, and sow...
Login to Reply
Date: 2/13/2012 11:21:00 AM
Another wonderful write.Amazing poetry from you Nette.Best wishes for the contest.
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs