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.


Glynis said…
What a wonderful description of that little dancer and her lot in life :)
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.

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