Monday, February 23, 2009

Unchanged Melody




Music box dancer
pirouettes through darkness.
Her stage, a desolate wilderness.
Keywound compositions
through which demons sing
an ominous foreboding
she cannot escape.
The revolving performance -
a monotonous chaos.
The endless encore
she remains
day after day
never to break away.

3 comments:

Glynis said...

What a wonderful description of that little dancer and her lot in life :)

Poetic Shutterbug said...

Glynis - Thanks. I worked in a music box shop for years so this based loosely on that time.

RNSANE said...

Now that I actually saw this music box, it is nice to go back and read this poem. I am a little sad, though, that this wonderful shop no longer exists.