Behind the Curtain: Laid Bare

Laid Bare
When they took her leading man they made a hollow of her heart, and left her soul an empty cavern. 
She danced, every night, as if her lover would return, as if he would appear from the wings and take her in his arms; she danced for him and for him only. 
Gauzy skirts caressed her legs as she traversed the stage, snowflakes shimmered on pale skin, and diamond-adorned tresses flowed down her spine as she teased the very air that tried to embrace her. 
Elegance and grace filled every step, and every gesture, and those who beheld her were enthralled, bewitched by the woman pirouetting and leaping across the stage. She seduced indifferently, smouldering beneath the spotlight’s halo, and the sparkling gems in her hair emulated tears that would never fall.
Music drove deep into her solitude, empowering her body to twist and turn, and rise and fall. Every plié drew sighs, pirouettes provoked awe and her arabesque inspired yearning, as the audience fell in love.
She danced in the wash of the moonlight on stage, the beam chasing her like an infatuated paramour as she stretched and rose to the orchestra’s crescendo. The theatre was rapt as the music surged and climaxed, and then she was on the floor, arms stretched over her head protecting her from the huge explosion of applause. She would rise, and pause like a doe caught in a stray shaft of light, her eyes opening wide to stare into the blackness, at the ocean of faces now standing in ovation. 
Every night her hand would move to shade her eyes and she would gaze out over the footlights, across the pit and stalls, she would scan the circle, the balcony and up into the gods, but every night was in vain. 
As the audience gave her their approval, her empty soul cried empty tears and when she was sure he wasn’t there she whirled and tiptoed off stage.
She stole hearts but nothing filled the void, and those purloined hearts, so freely given, were lost forever, adrift within the walls of her icy core. 
(351 Words)


32 thoughts on “Behind the Curtain: Laid Bare

  1. sjp

    amazing, language as graceful as the inspiring imagery entailed, I saw this photo and loved it and am glad someone wrote about it 🙂

  2. Jeffrey Hollar

    Wow…just…wow. The depth of emotion in this is mind-boggling. It has such a wonderful flow to it as if we were dancing along with the character. Thanks for sharing such a deep and evocative piece.

  3. Christina Krieger

    I agree… Wow! Lisa, this was so beautifully written. Absolutely gorgeous. I love the emotion you poured into this and the way you described her dance…makes the character and her performance so real to the reader.

  4. Meg McNulty

    Raw, poetic perfection and so wonderful imagery. This sort of thing: "She would rise, and pause like a doe caught in a stray shaft of light, her eyes opening wide to stare into the blackness" – just painted an instant image in my mind. It's beautifully crafted, so lyrical.

  5. Angela

    Absolutely seductive writing – you captivate the reader so well in your description of her sensuous dance. Your parting lines remind me of the Snow Queen – beautiful and frigid, stealing love and giving nothing in return. Well done!

  6. Sarah

    So many beautiful images in this story Lisa, my personal favourite "the sparkling gems in her hair emulated tears that would never fall".Haunting, longing, yearning for that happy ending – a great scene from behind the curtain!

  7. Lisa Shambrook

    I haven't actually wanted to comment, because I'm quite in awe of the comments you've all posted. I appreciate your feedback so much, and I'm so happy this piece has worked so well. Thank you everyone! ♥


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