Poem -
Red shoes
Late at night the light
From the moon shines
In the window onto
The stage is the red shoes
Set on the shelf comes alive
The ballerina from long ago
Dances in the shadowΒ on the wall
As she dances to Swan Lake
And to sleeping beauty so
Graceful and elegant
As the night comes to dawn to
Daylight from the the sun
Shines through the window
Onto the stage the red shoes
Will be back on the shelfΒ
initll night comes agin.
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Comments
NICELY WRITTEN POEM LINDA
thank you LindaΒ
Just Beautiful Greg
Thank you, Lisa
why do I have such a thing about red shoes? I once had a pair of red Kickers that I occasionally think of .. there is certainly something .. Loved the story you squeezed into this poem and sealed with a bow tied in a double knot Greg :)
All Good Things, to You and your pen .. NevilleΒ
Awww thank youΒ
NevilleΒ
Greg, something special dances this way and it is your red shoes poem.
A magical feel good factor of a poem you have lovingly presented here my friend.
Like a return to easier going better days, for your red shoes offers that escape for this hooked reader.
And if you have the time, do check out the 1948 movie with Moira Shearer.
It is like your poem- spellbinding!
Thanks for sharing my friend and hope all is well with your good self.π
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Thank you, ShaunΒ
yes, I saw the movie I loved it