Dancers I: Bend Sinister
Leaning back into a dire S-curve
And turning, twisting out of grace,
Finding cruel existence takes
Her to a meaner, coarser place,
She rebels against the tide
That pulls her downward, scrapes her soul,
And makes a revolutionary
Spring to leave the great Black Hole
Of wounded spirit, tortured love,
To swim back into something sweet—
This is the mandate of the dance:
To win by keeping on her feet
Dancers II: Conjuror
Under a spell of loveliness
She leans, she curls, expands;
She falls against the strong caress
Of gladness, in the hands
Of magic greater than herself,
And when the spell is done,
There is no darkness, loneliness
Or sorrow; she is one
With every boundary, with joy,
With having been set free
From all constraint; the dance has won
Her to infinity
Art-Colored Glasses 
What a joy, to find an early-morning post from you!
Lovely images, both visual and verbal.
I’m so happy to have friends like you with whom to share them!
to infinity and beyond!
this was beautifully crafted … lovely to read.
Thank you, my dear, I hope you are having plenty of occasions to dance even if, as for me, the dancing is only internal. 🙂
xo
Quite lovely Kathryn, as always. Happy to have seen this today!
Thank you, sweet Antoinette!
I’m so glad I saved this for the end of day. Thanks, Kathryn. Such nice imagery to take to bed.
I’m glad, myself, that I rediscovered an affinity with poetry when I did because reading *or* writing it is often a way to let go of the day’s complications and unwind for rest.
…and I find myself dancing with her…beautiful, Kathryn
The perfect outcome of writing a poem and sharing it! Thank you, dear Anyes!
So graceful and beautiful.
🙂 Mandy
Thank you, graceful and beautiful Mandy!
xo
PS–I’m so excited about your cookbook publication!!
These are both among the most beautiful representations I’ve ever read about dancing…as observational as they are, they feel like they come out the soul of your love for the dance, even as a dancer yourself. They are so physical and yet transcend the body…exactly what a true dancer intends, I think.
Your kindness makes me smile from ear to ear. I am so far from being a dancer it would make people weep to see me (whether from horror or from laughing themselves to tears remains to be seen!)–but I have always loved and appreciated dancing of all sorts, so I think at least my heart knows how to dance even if my physical being doesn’t. 🙂