The Ancient Cambodian Dancer -

In that meteoric moment she exhibited eternal qualities of wonderfully wrought womanhood, calm,disciplined and candid, adorned with few distinctions from the rest behind her the loving leadership was projected in painstaking posture, brutal perfection,a suffering of diligence amounting to total serenity, she being a gem amongst stones, for inexperience a cure, synchronicity simple & symetrical like ripples in a river, the troupe twirls & turns as leaves whirl gingerly in pools of water livid, their torsos taut like trunks of young & vital trees,faces flowers, brilliant when in cold morning view, hands impossibly curved on extended arms,hearts placid, without looking the dancers drape their faith upon the integrity of her warm luminosity, the lead lioness quietly commands their orbiting obeisance, in her hushing eyes the sparkle of a rich race communicates confection to the contemplative congregation, she is a Godess in the midst of nymphs, something dangerous,calamitous,manifested mutely in the expression of a posterior dancer whom strangely stares at the back & soul of the leading lady in stance, this suggestive & supportive figure embodying dispassionate envy, strategically laying seige to the gloriously innocent leader of this cultural romance, a reminder reminiscent of Eve's two children in the forgotten fields of antiquity where success was hunted savagely by the weakness inherent amid imps - This poem is premised upon a photograph of a traditional Cambodian dance troupe - J.A.B.