Rite of Spring
(first second third fourth fifth)
Ragged nails gripped the barre,
stiff positions shifting-
canvas toes with a cactus-sharp pointe.
(spot. turn.)
Circles whipping like leather.
(plié. leap and-)
Composed mask cracking like a ceramic doll-
rosy cheeks, glassy eyes awakened
as gravity pulled hair
to meet hardwood,
head vibrating like sound waves.
Green tinted hollow gaze
traced a weakened heap of bone.
From the ash,
the emaciated phoenix rose,
fires in its eyes as though
shackles kept their release.
Pink satin marbled red,
rigid box blistering;
breaking split flesh
as weak ankles straightened and,
like the spring, began.
(first second third fourth fifth)
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