It’s All Russian Art …To Me!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Small talk ceased, when she resumed dancing
Icons in the theatre roof smiled
The audience sat there entranced in
A rapture, she’d created by guile.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 She graced the large stage with a series of waves
Whilst she tiptoed her way to the stars
Stage hands in the wings, stood there transfixed in sync
As the stage lights danced off her tiara.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A gaunt looking fellow came bounding
Down from the Gods, a gazelle
He was thin as a sapling, breast pounding
In a brocaded shirt, he excelled

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Can’t say I’m au fait with the ballet
As I’d not been to The Bolshoi before
But them tiny hairs on me neck felt the self same effect
The night Igor Belanov scored!



I could be wrong and as I often am. I’m not quite sure if Igor Belanov scored me favourite goal at The World Cup finals playing for Ukraine, Russia or The (former) Soviet Union.

Anyway who cares? The Bolshoi which was me first and only time at the ballet, and Belanov’s strike (in a blinding display of all out attack against Enzo Scifo’s Belgium) both completely…. blew me away.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-all-russian-art-to-me/