Dangling Chairs: A Big Tent Inspired Poem

This week's prompt from Big Tent Poetry was... a Wordle.

 

Dangling Chairs

Her heart squeezes
when she immerses herself
in her performance
emotions hoarse from
spirited engines racing
within her blood
She vanishes into
character, dangling
her own past on ropes
outside of whichever
name+words  inhabit her skin
Swift she goes, topples
down, head over heels
or ankles crowding scalp
she meets the basement
with her forehead first
forgetting she was blind
for a moment, sight
not able to be translated
into anything other
than pain

Comments

[Laurie Kolp]

Lovely description of an unfortunate event. Did this really happen, Julie?

[Amidweststory.blogspot.com]

Well written story -like the way it grows. Though -ouch!
Thanks for the comment. Sorry for deleting.-trying to get all mobile.will try to retrieve soon.

[irene]

Oh wow. A palpable capture of a dramatic performance. Merry Christmas Julie!

[pamelasayers]

Julie fantastic job with the wordle.
Merry Christmas to you.
Pamela

[vivienne blake]

There was I enjoying the high-wire performance only to hurtle to the ground. An effective use of the words.

[deb]

A tough moment to lose oneself. Ah the sacrifices for art. Loved "dangling/ her own past on ropes" - such a fabulous line.

[Tumblewords]

Oh, the pain and misery of it all - a vivid piece!

[Strummed Words]

Good use of the wordle words in your poem! Good job.

http://strummedwords.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-storm.html