Prima Ballerina

Posted on July 24, 2020 by purplepeninportland

Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night   (posted by Mish)
(I missed Merrill’s “Revolution”, so catching up now.)

Spinning ’round
and ’round on stage,
a ballerina–young,
muscled, promising
career. She pirouettes
on toe shoes that seem
impossible for anyone
to stand on, let alone
whirl like a pink
tornado. As she slows,
each leg and foot become
easier to separate. With
perfect poise and grace,
she bows.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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20 Responses to Prima Ballerina

  1. rothpoetry says:
    July 24, 2020 at 1:03 am

    Love it! I could see her spinning!!

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  2. Mish says:
    July 24, 2020 at 1:33 am

    You brought her to life.

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  3. scotthastiepoet says:
    July 24, 2020 at 7:28 am

    Beautiful image Sara that you bring delicately to life here…

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  4. Ron. says:
    July 24, 2020 at 11:10 am

    Yeah, I think she used to live in my sister’s jewelry box…
    Nice write!

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  5. navasolanature says:
    July 24, 2020 at 11:43 am

    Wonderful movement in your poem. I am spinning on my toes. Love all your Alice images too.Hope all well in New York for you.

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  6. dixitmrityunjay says:
    July 24, 2020 at 11:49 am

    Amazing take at the pormpt and wonderful description!

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  7. revivedwriter says:
    July 24, 2020 at 4:42 pm

    I like the comparison with a “pink tornado.”

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  8. Beverly Crawford says:
    July 24, 2020 at 7:51 pm

    In our family, our little ballerina, age 6, just had her recital. She ruffled her tutu and strutted her stuff with a fervor that captured our hearts. Our own prima ballerina!! Your poem is lovely, by the way!

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  9. sanaarizvi says:
    July 25, 2020 at 12:19 am

    This is gorgeous! You brought her to life with your words! 💝💝

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  10. memadtwo says:
    July 25, 2020 at 11:36 pm

    This reminds me also of ice dancing. So graceful. (K)

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