She Danced
She danced on the beach,
In her magical shoes,
She danced on the beach,
It was quite a to-do,
Although nobody saw her,
And nobody knew,
What beat in her heart,
As she danced in those shoes.
She danced for her love,
She danced for her heart,
She danced all the day,
Until it fell dark,
Then she danced ‘till her feet,
Felt incredibly sore,
So she removed those gold shoes,
And she danced some more.
The rocks did not see her,
Nor did they care,
They did not follow this girl,
With their implacable stare,
As she danced for the lover,
Who lived far away,
Across the wide ocean,
That lapped at this bay.
“Oh, come to me, love,
Come to my side,
Fly here, or sail here,
I don’t care how you ride,
I’ll dance for you, lover,
In my golden shoes,
And I’ll have all that I need then,
Because I’ll have you.”
georgelondon
OK… Ian, this is slightly weird. Yesterday (before seeing the image) I was toying with the idea of writing something lyrical this week – something with the title “The Ballad of [someone]“. That’s two weeks in a row now – get the hell outta my brain will ya!
ps: Lovely!
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Rivka Jacobs
This is a wonderful poem. Makes me feel like dancing! Reads like part English ballad, part 19th-century romantic verse, part modern symbolist song.The rhymes are effortless and the structure is subtle but sound.
Almost a perfect expression of that picture, too.
Not too many of us are doing poetry or verse, and maybe we should do more. You’ve posted several poems, but this might be your best one. Extraordinary!
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Bridgeen Gillespie
Loved loved loved this. The sense of joy is palpable. Also the photo was a personal one for me, and your reflections on it only make me treasure it more.x
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