Bolero.

Invoking the bull
The dancer becomes the bull as she dances
And yet remains entirely woman
Even though the bull
Has entered every nerve,
Entered every muscle
Of her rocking
           crouching
                         body
As she slowly gives new life, new life to the
                                                                 bull,
The raw dark spirit of her fearlessness,
The fearlessness of the maddened bull
Facing the cape and the sword.

The matador is not transformed by the dance,
He is merely swaying to the beat of the drum,
Empowered to kill     what he cannot become.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 25th. - 26th. 2018.

Written after watching a ballet danced to Ravel`s Bolero.