Ballerina in a Death’s Head, 1939 – Salvador Dali

 

 

 

Dream of a ballerina dancing
joyfully in endless beauty,
and adoration.  In a dream
gone mad, she is pale, indoor
skin shadows sadness,
disillusionment.  Vibrant red
flowers piled atop her head
have faded, edges curling
in stiffness.  Her limber, graceful
arms stretch grotesquely,
encompassing the empty eyes
of a death head.  A heart
once full, is rent.  Tattered
is garment’s hem, clutched
into grip of locked zippered
teeth on bulbous cracked
head.  Ballerina has lost
her dream; her hopes
are shot with holes.

 

 

 

 

 

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York, though I now embrace the Pacific Northwest as home, residing with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Ballerina in a Death’s Head, 1939 – Salvador Dali

  1. Norma Ruttan says:

    eerie and fascinating!

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  2. Dulcina says:

    A kind of telegraphic poem describing Dali’s painting his way.
    I especially like the idea of grip of locked zippered
    teeth
    and the end Ballerina has lost
    her dream; her hopes
    are shot with holes.

    🙂

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  3. CJ says:

    This is a wonderful interpretation of Dali’s painting. Such beautiful phrases.

    You might enjoy my rework of one of his paintings in “The Persistence of Salvador Dali” which you can find here:
    http://proartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/awake.html

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