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Ballerina Down


This was how I imagined myself:













we all have fantasies

I did my first double pirouette,
and I was the only one
to easily execute 
the new sequence:
pas de bourrée,
chassé (twice),
pas jeté en arrière.

But it was that side jeté
point your toes
that did me in.

One wrong landing
turns graceful ballerina
into hunched lady with a cane.

Note: Full recovery estimated at twelve weeks. I can do non-weight bearing activities anytime it doesn't hurt.

This was written for Magpie Tales.

11 comments:

Kathy B. said...

Yow! You are so well-versed in ballerina-speak, it makes the poem leap. I hope you mend well.

November 10, 2013 at 12:22 PM
awakenedwords said...

yes, there is always that one move...except, lately, it seems more like only one I can accomplish, and all the others hurt. :)

November 10, 2013 at 8:31 PM
Jinksy said...

Ouch! :)

November 11, 2013 at 4:42 AM
Ginny Brannan said...

One never knows when an accident could befall. You captured this well and turned it into 'your' story...you must dance! Speedy recovery that "ballerina" is soon "back on her toes!"

November 11, 2013 at 9:26 AM
Helen said...

Oh my ... dance ending in an injury has to be difficult to endure. Happy healing!! More Dancing!!

November 11, 2013 at 10:46 AM
Tess Kincaid said...

Hate when that happens!

November 11, 2013 at 11:27 AM
Alice Audrey said...

Seriously?

November 11, 2013 at 4:28 PM
Ann (bunnygirl) said...

@Alice: Almost. It was jazz dance, not ballet, but I take both...or rather, I did. Doctor probably won't clear me to return until January of February.

November 11, 2013 at 4:55 PM
poga poetry said...

nicely done Ann

November 11, 2013 at 9:00 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Bummer. I hope you mend soon. It's not fun to be a wall flower.

November 14, 2013 at 5:11 PM
Nataša Dolenc said...

i can relate.. the injuries are the worst, how fast they can take away the joy and how long it may take to mend them, if at all.

November 17, 2013 at 3:57 AM