"Prince of Desire" (I.P.)


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

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“The lights go out and I die.
Tomorrow I will be reborn.
Tomorrow I will dance again.”
(Rudolf Nureyev – March, 1938 - January, 1993)

The eyes of a rapt, romantic poet...
cheekbones of a cat – lips of a gigolo;
sinews – rippling...sleek, well oiled
with all the power of a coiled-up spring.
The face of a Grecian god that seduced
the lens with its own Promethean fire.

A prince, who danced his way to fame
with a spirit’s grace, who almost kissed
the stars for us and in his wake left awe
and beauty. A prodigy of Russian stock,
married to the moods of the inner soul –
the only love he was ever true to.

The child who walked to school barefooted.
Whose shoes, when he was gone, auctioned
for twenty thousand pounds...The man,
born on a train, who took a leap for freedom
and ended up, face-to-face with himself;
a place not even a prince could escape from.

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Comments

kheldar | March 24, 2010 - 23:21

I am but a pub team footballer in the presence of a premiership superstar - this is stunning, simply stunning.

David xx

Silver Spun Sand | March 24, 2010 - 23:54

Don't talk to me about football, David. It is a very sore point tonight. I had the evening meal ready for eight o'clock and what was other half doing? Immersed in the Fulham and Spurs FA cup quarter final replay. I ask you...how could that compete with Toad in the Hole;-)

Seriously though, David glad you enjoyed. And pub games, I'm useless at them, so I certainly take my hat off to you;-)

Tina xx

rjnewlyn | March 25, 2010 - 00:37

Yes. Very wonderful. I like the juxtaposition of his escape from poverty into soaring creativity but at the end we're all left still face to face with ourselves. Well put.

Silver Spun Sand | March 25, 2010 - 08:42

Thank you, rj. Your comments and thoughts, always highly valued. Glad you enjoyed it;-)

Tina

Cavalcaderl | March 25, 2010 - 09:43

new Silver-spun-sand
This is mind blowing excellent.
Will read again. and comment.
julie xx

Silver Spun Sand | March 25, 2010 - 10:11

Julie - thank you so much. Thought you might like this one somehow;-)

Tina xx

MistakenMagic | March 25, 2010 - 10:20

Wow ... seriously so beautiful Tina! Already one of my favourites of yours! I love how each stanza is almost a self-contained poem ... I'm not sure I can even pick any favourite lines! But I think I'll plump for the final stanza ;) Well done!

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | March 25, 2010 - 15:58

So pleased this meant something to you, Magic - way too young as you are to remember this great dancer. Ballet has always been one of my great passions, and watching the great man dance with Margot Fonteyn in Swan Lake, one of my most treasured memories. Such a pity he met with a sad and tragic end, so comparitively young.

Tina xxx

Silver Spun Sand | March 26, 2010 - 23:53

Julie - you came back on this one, as you promised and I really appreciate it.

I forget names all the times...and the faces that go with them, so...no worries;

I appreciate, so very much, your animated and heartfelt comments more than you could know.

Have a great weekend;-)

Tina xx

Beeme | March 27, 2010 - 10:35

This is so beautiful Tina, I just love it all but these lines stayed with me;

"A prince, who danced his way to fame
with a spirit’s grace, who almost kissed
the stars for us"

“The man,
born on a train, who took a leap for freedom
and ended up, face-to-face with himself;”

Poignant and stunning.

Thank you Beeme XX

Silver Spun Sand | March 27, 2010 - 11:44

Beeme - as I have said, many times before, you have a wonderful way of putting things. More than appreciated;-) Have a good weekend.

Tina xx

Cavalcaderl | March 27, 2010 - 18:19

new Silver-spun-sand
Congrats; on the well earn't cherry!
Yes,now I have read, I do remember.If I don't scribble contents down have to re-read and loose
what have done of course ballett dancer,and Swan Lake
I saw what a dream.My favourite like you wanted
to be ballett dancer, and me no money in those times.
I always imagined it put to ice skating.I remember when, little I never understood why no talking 1st time.Couple took me to a ballett.My dad used like NUT CRACKER SUITE,I was thinking by title 1st it was "The Prince Regent".Yours so interesting.
Didn't he dance with "Princess Diana".
But again you have written it perfectly
I have forgotten names,as I'll have to
key into great story for now.I mean
julie x

threeleafshamrock | March 30, 2010 - 12:13

Perfection! XXX

Silver Spun Sand | March 30, 2010 - 17:38

Pleased you think so;-) And, thank you. Hope you are not snowed in...oh and give your adorable labrador a hug from me too;-)

Tina XXX

Nathan Bednarek | April 2, 2010 - 21:16

Overwhelmingly powerful, especially the last stanza. The honesty in this poem really emphasises the true nature of poetry. It is both beautiful and dangerous. It inspires, but it can also ruin you. I love being a poet ;-)

Thank you for posting this. A wonderful poem. Well done.

Nathan xox

Silver Spun Sand | April 3, 2010 - 07:59

This was indeed a very interesting poem to write, and in doing so, I learned so much.

One of the wonderful things about writing, is the knowledge one gains along the way.

Glad you enjoyed and my thanks to you, Nathan;-)

Tina xox