Dancer of the Swords

As I practice for hours

going round and round

I really hope

that I've got it all down

 

As I pull up

to the dance field

I don't know

How I'm supposed to feel

 

The sound of the pipes

Can be kind of loud

But to me

Its now a beautiful sound

 

And As I stand stage right

Ready to go

I'm begging for my racing heart

To simply just slow

 

I'm not going to lie

I'm already afraid

I don't know

How I'll do today

 

The judges before me

stare at me with stone eyes

My stomach curls

And I almost want to cry

 

But as I take the stage

with my crossed swords

Afraid am I 

no more

 

The tap of the piper's foot

The soar of me

Try to bring me down

Try to intimidate me

I'm a girl of many means

A girl of many words

A Sword Dancer. A Dancer of the Swords

 

Author's Note

this is based on the art of highland dancing, the kind of dancing I do.

Reviews

[LlamaLord]

I really hope the people who read this will find an interest in the art of highland dancing. I encourage everyone to read into it and see what it's all about.

The fact that you're writing about something you love, automatically makes this piece passionate. I love how you showed us how you feel about the sport at different times, from when you're not performing, to when you are about to.
"But as I take the stage

with my crossed swords

Afraid am I

no more"
The change of emotion in this stanza really caught me as a reader, off guard. It kept me interested and I feel that these are the strongest lines in the piece. Very well written :) really enjoyed it! Reminded me of the few times I've seen you dance. Keep dancin and writin! *be sure to send me read requests!*

-Austin