Short Programme

I wanted to believe in you,

after doting on your languid beauty,

such nubile poise and

sleek effortless fragility,

you are fearless

in daring balletic flight

elegant as an ice swan,

but grace became disgrace

having given yourself to us

you sold yourself to them,

now with a haunted frown

they hunt you down

and we are bereft, confused,

as the mirrors of fame splinter

leaving the stench of tainted smoke,

you fight for breath

how could they use you so?

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© Graham R Sherwood 02/22