Hands In The Air

I'm dancing around,

Like a gangster girl

With my hands in the air,

Imagining I'm on a stage in front

Of thousands of people,

Then I notice

The window is open

And people could be

Watching.

 

I dance over there

(It's raining outside)

And close the

Curtains on the street.

 

I sing along to my

Favourite song

With my hands in the air.

 

But then I knock

The lampshade

And the light goes off,

And an advert comes on the radio.

 

I'm brought back to earth

With an electric shock.

 

The light flickers,

For a moment I'm sure it'll

Blow.

But then the light is back,

And so's the

Music.

(Only this time I wish I could play guitar.)

 

I dance around

(With my hands in the air)

Until I'm breaking out in a

Sweat.

 

I sit down and

Just sing instead.

 

And I'm singing to my

Favourite songs,

With my hands in the air,

When my mum comes in

And gives me an odd look.

I try to wave and say

Hello,

But I've lost my voice

And my arms have gone

Dead.

 

 

Author's Note

Second in a dance trilogy. (First is Lamentaions for a Summer that never Existed.)

Reviews

[RD]

I liked it. I think it reminds me of myself everyday and of every other human being on the plant. Good job :)

[K R I S]

I liked it it was a good poem