Bobby pins jabbing into my scalp
Loose hair flies in all directions
Light brown ringlets encircle my dreams
A mass of curls escapes from my head
Silent wishes
Dancers spun around the stage
Beautiful costumes twirl around the room
Waiting for my turn to shine
Heart pounds
Clock ticks
Dance
Shuffling my feet
Pointing my toes
Skipping around the stage
Listening to the rhythmic beat
Blinding flashes, clicking cameras
Hard, cold eyes stare at me
Judging every move I make
Recording every mistake
Deep breaths
Pushing through the enormous crowd of eager dancers
Revealing the winners, revealing my anxiety
My heart springs like the curls in my hair
Sprinting towards the shimmering gold medals
Tasting sweet victory
Author notes
I wrote this awhile ago, but I never posted it, so I figured it was mildly good enough to let the world read.
Please Comment!!!
Comments
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yay! you really captured the nerves of performing and waiting for awards. the way the poem sounds frantic and breathless is perfect!
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*sarcasticly* hhmmm... let me guess....irish step dancing? I was right? WOW!
*not sarcastic* I really like the first stanza...and yes I think its deffinatly good enough to let the world read. Good job! -
Thanks very much for finally sharing it with the world. Sounds like a real victory for yourself! I'm proud of you.
Brian
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This is a good poem! You seem to like writing about dancing, especially in the irish category. This was good i like it. And *poke*.
*KT*
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