SHE DANCES DRACULA
POEM BY DAVID HOVAN CHECK ©1992
She dances dracula
Long in to the night
Out on the beach where nobody sees,
Costume resplendent
With the love of the self-sewn,
Choreographed to celebrate
The unleashed vengeance
Of a soul
that bled too much,
too soon, too often,
A spirit stomped into the ground
Before it ever had a chance to sprout...
She dances dracula
Vlad the Impaler,
True to his history,
Royal Red in cape and gown,
Red to flash at enemies
He had the courage to eviscerate
In keeping his reign free
From attack!
She dances dracula
Red fades to black,
Bram Stoker black,
Lurid motions of the undead
Coming to life,
Jumping off a screen,
Out of a book,
Claiming its victims
Silently in the night,
The cruel, the mocking, the unjust
The monstrous parades
of snickers and sneers
That must follow her
Wherever she goes,
Along her parade routes
And into the insults
Of a sports-mascot’s mimicry…
She dances Dracula
Never more to emerge
From a world of characters
She created as shield,
A wall to prevent her costume sword
From growing steel
And piercing hearts
That have first pierced hers
With contempt and menace,
Trusted hearts
That made a little girl
Curdle and shrink from life,
Afraid to be like her parents,
Festooned in the costumed apparatus
of retreat.
She dances Dracula
To hang on
To the one last ounce of humanity
Not stolen from her soul,
Not pried and wrenched away
In the night of her lost days,
Her vacant cries for help
That must always go unanswered,
Her final plea
for personhood.
She dances on the beach
Alone
Long into the night
With the party of ghosts
She conjures there…
And she dances all sides, all parts,
all forms of Dracula
to find some speck, some redemption
of justice….
And she dances, she dances
Watch her as she dances!
For she dances The Snow Queen,
and Underdog,
and The Irish Fairy Princess,
She dances these, and a whirl
of her other characters, too….
But, mostly, she dances Dracula
It’s the only safe way
To have her revenge
On a wicked world.
Vlad the Impaler
Royal in Red
The Snow Queen
Soft in white
and sparkling crown…
No! No! No!
There is no redemption here!
She dances Dracula
It’s always Halloween!
The world for her is always
A Halloween parade
Her only hope
a prize,
a small trophy
for her efforts,
something to hold on to
at the end.
ARTWORK
DRAWINGS BY REBECCA ROJER

DRAWINGS BELOW
BY THILEEPAN RAJA


DRAWINGS BELOW
BY PHIL DEJEAN