The Abominable Ballet
The moon was like a spotlight,
I knew it was an omen:
my chance to see the midnight dance
of the abominable snowmen.
One by one they leapt,
creatures of terrible talent,
prancing giants agile and pliant
staged their abominable pageant.
Bigfoot tapped a two-step,
Sasquatch did a sashay,
and pirouetting, the nimble Yeti
led the abominable ballet.
I skipped to their snowy stage
as hair replaced my pajamas:
furry and fleet, my frolicking feet
joined the abominable drama.
Our ballet quaked the heavens
and waked the snoozing ancients.
Like giant wings we flapped our limbs
to make abominable snow angels!
Then dawn came like a curtain
on us abominable showmen.
Dancing to bed, what dreams lay ahead,
my heart was impossibly open.
I knew it was an omen:
my chance to see the midnight dance
of the abominable snowmen.
One by one they leapt,
creatures of terrible talent,
prancing giants agile and pliant
staged their abominable pageant.
Bigfoot tapped a two-step,
Sasquatch did a sashay,
and pirouetting, the nimble Yeti
led the abominable ballet.
I skipped to their snowy stage
as hair replaced my pajamas:
furry and fleet, my frolicking feet
joined the abominable drama.
Our ballet quaked the heavens
and waked the snoozing ancients.
Like giant wings we flapped our limbs
to make abominable snow angels!
Then dawn came like a curtain
on us abominable showmen.
Dancing to bed, what dreams lay ahead,
my heart was impossibly open.
This poem is copyright (©) Stefan Karlsson 2024
About the Writer
Stefan Karlsson
Stefan is a poet and artist. He received his MFA in Poetry from the University of California-Irvine. His poems (for adults) have appeared in Fourteen Hills, Sugar House Review, and Spillway, among others. His paper marbling artwork can be found on Instagram: @nautiluspaper. He lives in Portland, Oregon, where he drinks too much coffee, hoards too many books, and has never enough time with his rabbit, Jean-Pierre.
