Geisha
Pale as moon shadow
shrouded in cherry blossom
the Geisha dances.
She holds men’s hearts in her palm,
desire pricks her bloodied lips.
Creating whirlwinds
she swirls, a force of nature
mesmerising eyes;
each movement carefully planned,
perfectly executed.
She is mystery,
a symbol of forgotten
times when beauty reigned.
Shrouded in cherry blossom
the Geisha dances for you.
Pale as moon shadow
shrouded in cherry blossom
the Geisha dances.
She holds men’s hearts in her palm,
desire pricks her bloodied lips.
Creating whirlwinds
she swirls, a force of nature
mesmerising eyes;
each movement carefully planned,
perfectly executed.
She is mystery,
a symbol of forgotten
times when beauty reigned.
Shrouded in cherry blossom
the Geisha dances for you.
2 comments:
Comments from the Reading Night :
We all loved the poem (even those who said they don't like poetry!!!)
Thought the subject was a good one and that the words and rhythm successfully suggested the grace of the geisha.
We thought the poem could actually be a little longer - make the 'dance' of the poem go on a little longer and have the chance to add even more of the geisha's movements to it.
You know a poem works when the form doesn't force the poem. This doesn't - well done.
The only improvement (if you want to make one) is to think of a stronger last line. Last lines - are oh so important.
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