Paul Taylor Dance Company

The dancers glide across the stage
on Mercurial wings.
Swirling tutus and muscular thighs
in suits of spandex and bare feet.

Young, athletic bodies, sensual
and fluid, whose arms and legs
are splayed in all directions.
A dichotomy of motions,
rushed and languid.

Like cats,
they leap above the stage,
float through the air,
quietly descend,
to leap again as,
multi-lived felines.

The contoured beauty of the body,
is choreographed,
to reveal a voice,
in pantomime,
that provokes mental images.

Terpsichore inspires the dancers,
and enchants the audience.


Puma/MMIX

Copyright 2009:Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.