Graffiti – Ballerina silhouette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A little ballerina
Crystal life
Shimmers soulless on the mantelpiece
All alone
Music playing
Cannot reach her
She’s just stationary
Crystal tones
How our little
Ballerina
Yearns to dance now upon
A darkened stage
But she’s frozen
Like a memory
Captured here on
History’s page
It’s not real, this crystal life
It’s a whiplash, it’s a knife
It’s a promise that is broken
It’s a secret never spoken
And our pretty ballerina
I am sure that you have seen her
Like pretenders to the throne
Crystal lives are led alone
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
I like the ending of this one Helen,’ crystal lives…’ very poignant and well done.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂
i have a picture on a book shelf – like the one above, but it is taken from the front and I was 8 years old. I like the phrase ‘darkened stage’ – this is true, when one’s dance career is no longer alive.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You are welcome;)
I really like the last stanza. 🙂
Thanks Chris!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful, Helen….makes me long to dance again. It has been so long. xxxxxx 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Wow Sis! Outstanding writing 😉 xxxxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂