Allure
Leaning into the thinnest light
she makes her entry to the scene
No words are uttered, but tension builds
Eyes are drawn. Her dress is seen
Light unfolds and grows around her;
shades of coldest, boldest blue
Still she holds her tongue, allowing
minds to question what she'll do
Through her face, expressions roll
one by one in deft portrayal
Her heart and soul burning essence
of shock, contempt, of bitter betrayal
Her noiseless poise cannot last for long
for surely she'll allow her voice
to tear the silence, break the spell
cast by this brave dramatic choice
Sweat forms on brows and temples
her audience dwells in fond ill-ease
Gripping seats, holding breath
waiting for some sweet release
But passion festers through each contour
The plot now yields to wilful style
She disappears in mutated fury;
none will forget that knowing smile
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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