Jetta-Jay’s dancing portrait

she danced
into a harder colour of time
she swirled
along that undescribed line
where hearts usually shiver out of
the excitement of thought
as if you brought
too many  presents for a child
and they don’t know
where to look and what to love
she danced
from a shallow pink to a deep red
with her feet forgotten on air
with her breath bouncing lighter
her cheeks above her lips
even brighter
for a sheer happiness of a dance
performed in a wide stance
of a three year old little girl
in her ballet shoes of a muse

About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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2 Responses to Jetta-Jay’s dancing portrait

  1. elizadavies says:

    Thank you Jim! Glad you like it. A picture will follow soon … 🙂

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