Hands In The Air

Hands In The Air

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

I'm dancing around,
Like a gangster girl
With my hands in the air,
Imagining I'm on a stage in front
Of thousands of people,
Then I notice
The window is open
And people could be
Watching.
 
I dance over there
(It's raining outside)
And close the
Curtains on the street.
 
I sing along to my
Favourite song
With my hands in the air.
 
But then I knock
The lampshade
And the light goes off,
And an advert comes on the radio.
 
I'm brought back to earth
With an electric shock.
 
The light flickers,
For a moment I'm sure it'll
Blow.
But then the light is back,
And so's the
Music.
(Only this time I wish I could play guitar.)
 
I dance around
(With my hands in the air)
Until I'm breaking out in a
Sweat.
 
I sit down and
Just sing instead.
 
And I'm singing to my
Favourite songs,
With my hands in the air,
When my mum comes in
And gives me an odd look.
I try to wave and say
Hello,
But I've lost my voice
And my arms have gone
Dead.
 

 

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


Author's Note

Beatrice Mars
Second in a dance trilogy. (First is Lamentaions for a Summer that never Existed.)

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RD
I liked it. I think it reminds me of myself everyday and of every other human being on the plant. Good job :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


I liked it it was a good poem

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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