Dancers in Pink


April sunshine has given me the courage to take on the challenge of writing Ekphrastic poems. I have never attempted to translate the emotion from paintings, drawings, sculptures, or other visual works of art into words. The challenge will require me to dig deep to tap into the passions such works of art create inside a person. Most of what I write will be speculative. There will be times when I will place myself into the mind of the artist. Still other times, I will express the emotions I experience gazing at the work of art. If I get creative, I might even tell the story from an element within the work of art. This Ekphrastic poem is based on a painting by Edgar Degas entitled Dancers in Pink.   

Dancers in Pink

Dazzling Dancers in tarlatan of Pink

Dark haired beauties stamped in ink.

Pirouette on my window curtain

My childish imagination is almost certain,

They waltzed in the boisterous breeze.

My window is open to let in the summer air

Sleepy eyes half closed to block out the glare

A full-moon hovers in the night sky

Restless feet tucked under the sheet want to fly

While the brilliant ballerina’s arabesque on my windowsill.

The wind picks up at the storm’s approach.

Across the wall scurries a frightened cockroach

Lightning flashes and the rumble of thunder rolls

Sending the curtains moving without any controls

The dancers in pink continue to dance.

In my dreams I vanished

From all that is tawdry and tarnished

The summer storm and the heat

And my clumsy childish feet

Joined with the dancers on their dusty stage.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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