He glows with bliss,
with an innate passion
his caressing hand lingers,
a blessing on the wax sole
of her right foot.
Repeating movements endlessly
does not destroy the spontaneity,
the joy in recreating every day
a corps de ballet.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Bliss
Bjőrn is our host for the Quadrille this Monday and the word is ‘bliss’.
My poem was inspired by an article about the upcoming Degas centenary exhibition at the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge and by Degas’ sculpture of a ‘Dancer Looking at the Sole of her Right Foot’. According to the article, Degas left fingerprints on his wax sculptures so clear it’s possible to gauge his age, posture and weight at the time of creation.