Theodore M. Wandzilak
Midnight in Moscow
Near midnight–
The Bolshi ballet
Maya Plisetskaya
I saw her dance
Perplexed by
Her incomprehensible mystery
It was midnight of her life
And the Russians buried her in red roses
Upon the stage she alone owned
This prima ballerina
Drowned in the warm red blood of these roses
Her figure
A white candlestick
Melted in this hot blood
As all of Moscow cried warm waxed tears
Bio
My name is Theodore M. Wandzilak, and I am an Ophthalmologist in Louisville , Ky. I was a chemistry major in college and took a "Beat Poetry" course as a diversion from my major 40 years ago. I have been hooked on free form and prose poetry ever since. City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco has become one of my favorite haunts.