The ballet of writingA Poem by eglantineI've walked en pointe all night like fingertips across once-polished light. I want to lie my soles against the stage like lily pads, but my ankles are locked straight. My toes bleed and my hair unwrapped itself into an overgrown kelp bloom.
Nuit has four corners, just like the shape of my breath and I've never understood symmetry--
my legs are longer than my shadow which twirls around my pirouettes. My bleeding muscles are wrapped like satin ribbon around my bones
and I dance like drops of ink in a glass of water. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on May 4, 2012 Last Updated on September 13, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) and am now working towards getting my masters (eventually my PhD). My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college.. more..Writing
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