HOMEWORK 21/5/12 THE DANCER

[mummsie]

It's funny how we find ourselves staring out of windows, miles away in thought. Not sure why I wrote this.

THE DANCER

She turned towards the window, to the sound of gentle rain
and watched the raindrops falling, forming trickles down the pane.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music of the sound
that took her to a moment in her childhood, twirling round.

All dressed up in her ballet shoes with rosebuds in her hair.
A chiffon dress with flowing skirt that when she danced would flair.
Her eyes were closed, the music flowed and no one else was there.
Her senses lost within herself, she danced without a care.

Her tiny feet danced to and fro, a smile adorned her face.
Her presence seemed to fill the room, she moved with air and grace.
For her all time was standing still, a moment so sublime.
A ballet dancer, so serene and locked away in time.

She turned towards the window and the sound of gentle rain
and felt the teardrops falling, flowing freely with the pain.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music of the sound
that took her to a time that for a moment she had found.

[Neville Briggs]

That's very good Sue. Excellent, it's good to see something with a feel for poetry.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Beautiful Sue - such depth of feeling in these words - Love it

Cheers

Maureen

[Heather]

Beautiful Sue. You've really painted a picture.

First line, third stanza. Do you mean to and "fro"

Heather