Bolivarian Dancers

Plumes and Platforms
And little fluffy skirts
Yellow and Pink
But mainly Pink

Plaited hair
With golden ribbons
Pink patent boots
Higher than the knees

Pink boaters
With ostrich feathers
Tall stately
And faintly ridiculous

Corsets tight
Glittering gilt
Ruffles on the plates

Dancing, swirling
Onlookers watch
Not knowing the boredom
Not seeing the people

Something to photograph
Do they mind?
Do you ever ask?

Posted: Sunday, September 29th, 2013 @ 3:04 pm
Categories: Poems.
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