Nostalgia | ✔

Delicate

there are gold flecks
sprinkled over her hair
flowing down her back
like a river of honey
for she spins around 'em
those shady hallways
'n' through the ball room
visible to mortal eyes
as she covers a pirouette
sunlight seems to be
kissing her silhouette
that so dreamy attire
of an ever lost ballerina

all wrinkled and fragile
her crepe frock ruffles
for her soul is dancing
due to the madness of it
the liberatin' invisibility
that's about to set her free
so it's goin' to be last time
of her performance here
in the sunlit hallways
as she's about to escape
the vision of the world
and its low stereotypes

at last she has traipsed
her way into the night
and has left 'em behind
the halls 'n' blindin' light
so you can't see her at all
as she dances in the street
under the rushing rain
pouring down heavily
on her heavenly frame
oh you'd want to see it all
how she splashes water
while spinnin' in puddles
reflecting fairy lights
and how she steps down
from the roof of the car
whose headlights flash
through the soft darkness

oh she won't let you see
for fear of being judged
as a ballerina gone wild
in the middle of the night
but she knows that still
she's as delicate as she is
in the blinding sunlight
'cause, oh crowd of mortals,
she won't waste her time
explaining it to all of you
that sometimes wildness
can be this delicate too

Author's Note

Been a long time since I last updated. Well, I had lost inspiration due to being occupied with my thesis and final year at university. But here's a new poem now. Thanks to 'Delicate' by Taylor Swift that inspired it. =)❤

It's about a ballerina who has to follow a certain set of codes due to the stereotypes associated with her profession by the society and how she escapes them in the shelter of darkness that comes with the night. Yes, ballerinas have every right to go wild and it doesn't make them any less delicate than the times when they perform on the stage. It's not just about dancers, folks. It's about everyone. Let people be themselves. Don't make them yearn for the darkness of the night to be themselves. Let the sunlight be as welcoming for them. Thank you! *-*

How was this poem? It's after a while that I've tried my hand at poetry. Would love to know your thoughts on it. ^-^

Much love,
Hazel ❤