Alinna The Ballerina

This was written some time ago and I took it down with the whole book publishing. So I have made some changes and my short story "The Ballerina and The Sad Violin" came out of it so I hope you enjoy the Story and poem!

This house there is that sits a mystery

A word not spoken of its dark history

The windows veiled with black drapery

Consuming the eyes with bewitchery

Not a soul to be seen outside the lair

Creek! Goes the base of a rocking chair

A sound that gives quiet a scare

A sight to which you cannot bare

A young femme her name Alinna

The old myth told she was a ballerina

She tip toed to the sound of a concertina

A flower in her hair of Iris Florentina

A mask she carried to use in place

No nose no lips was on her face

Her bodice held on by a point lace

This femme she held a state of grace

The stories circle throughout the city

She once was a little child so very pretty

Made of intelligence and very witty

But not so, her older sister, demanding every pity

On opening night of their grand recital

Alinna the lead, the spotlight entitled

Her sister gave her a trip, a fall very vital

Her facial skin as thin as a skeletal

Her eyes gleamed, satisfaction and laughter

No more dreams or hope to chase after

Alinna blood running like bathwater

The audience whispered what a disaster

So horrible and sad this story to tell

Her older sister locked away in a detention cell

Alone she sits with no words but farewell

A lesson of life given by a death bell


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Comments 15 comments

marellen 5 years ago

bella...there is evil everywhere and jealousy is so strong within us. Sad story....


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

It walks within the crevices of the concrete grounds. It grows like a vine and wraps itself around our legs.

smiles :)

bella


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SubRon7 5 years ago from eastern North Dakota

The poem is wonderful, Bella; it's sad but beautiful, and you have taken it into your short story very, very, well. Good job.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Thanks sub this is where the story unraveled from I went and dug up my old stuff and thought what story could I write and this one popped up!!

smiles :)

bella


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Fiddleman 5 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

Great work You captured an entire store is such a few words. It seems I saw this in a movie about two sisters. One played a violin and the other a cello. The cellist captured the attention and became famous.I can't remember the name of the movie but your poem somehow reminds me of it.


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Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

A sister forgotten,lest remembered.;)


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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

The greyest house in town seemed to glow black at night, especially the windows...

The more people stop and stared, then rushed away, the blacker it got.

Whispers swirled around it, children, eyes wide, stayed beyond it..

In its blackness, it represented so much fear...

And yet, it simply was the sadest place in town...

A focal point of the darkness that so often resides in so many hearts...envy, jealously, feelings of destruction and deep deconstruction...

How tragically ironic that that darkness, so often, is triggered by happiness...

Happiness, like a ballerina, that floats and twirls, and so majestically carries the heart into every beautiful waiting moment...

If only we could create a world where every living soul is nurtured, with care and due diligence, to have their own unique happiness...there then will no more houses that glow so blackly into the night...


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Bumpsysmum 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Ah, the green-eyed monster. Not a nice trait in anyone but sibling rivalry can be so strong. Sad but lovely piece :-)


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

so very tragic.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Smiles all and thank you :)

bella


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b. Malin 5 years ago

So Sad and Tragic, but oh so Beautifully told by Bella.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Thank you B. It is appreciated very much.

smiles :)

bella


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Astra Nomik 5 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

This is sad but very beautiful. Hard to do but you do it with grace, just like the Ballerina. :) Rating up and dancing ballet on your tabs...LOL.


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bellawritter23 5 years ago from California Author

Astra, Thank you very much I appreciate your kind and warm comment!!

smiles :)

bella


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epigramman 4 years ago

....well I simply adore the classical ballet - so the title caught my eye - and then of course your classic writing style - one in which only belongs to you and of course one in which I am glad that I found -- must move onto your short story about the ballerina and the sad violin - sounds great - what a title - then again , what a writer you are - happy new year with warm wishes for your health and happiness for 2012 - lake erie time ontario canada 10:54am

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