The ballet of writingA Poem by eglantine
I'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 eglantine
Added on May 4, 2012
Last Updated on September 13, 2012
AboutI 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..
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