We’ve long since established that I can’t dance. I couldn’t dance well enough to stay in a second-grade dance class; heck, I couldn’t even be trusted to remember whether we were supposed to show up wearing tights with our tutus or not, for the class picture before the big recital. Though it’s only fair to give myself credit for having been obsessed with the ugliness of our getups to such an extent that I forgot the part about the stockings, and I promise you, they were hideous costumes.
But you also know that I am enamored of beautiful dancing of nearly any kind, if allowed to watch it from a safe distance. So I think I can be forgiven for letting others take to the floor in real life and only doing so in my imagination and, occasionally, in my poems. I think any creature, real or imagined, that can dance beautifully deserves my attention and admiration (as long as it wears the correct tights with its tutu).
Art-Colored Glasses 
This is going to be one of those comments that will probably leave you scratching your head, with your head tilted slightly sideways, eyes probing the picture on the page. As is usually the case, the prose is enjoyable. The poem, delicate and robust, simultaneously. The illustration, sublime.
One of my favorite parts of the whole? That the outline stops halfway up the right side of the illustration. It takes such a measured and controlled discipline to allow the irregularity to speak quietly on the page. You might even say it’s a bit like deliberately shunning the tights, all while celebrating the tutu. As a whole, the entire thing dances on the page. 🙂
Yes, it’s an odd comment. I just happen to appreciate when something so innocuous adds irregularity to a composition, while also providing balance.
Since we all know how unbalanced I am in general, I’m happy that something around here strikes a slightly better happy medium! 😀
No head scratching here, only patting myself gleefully on the back that there’s someone else who appreciates such funny little details—so much more the pleasure to have included them! YAY! Thank you for making my week! 😀
❤
(Also glad you liked the text.)
xoxo
I love dancing, watching and dancing, though I’ve been remiss in the later. 🙂
Feel free to frolic here, any time! 😀
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Lovely!
I thank you. 😀
xoxo
I think we are all born to dance, no matter how awkwardly. 🙂
Well, I’m quite happy to admit to being the poster child for Most Awkward Dancer Ever, so everyone else will be admirable by comparison. That’s what *I’m* good at being, as a dancer!! 😀
xo