Star Dancer And Her School Of Dance (Francis Picabia) 1913

One, two, three, four!

And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

We step, then stretch, then jump, then turn

Spilt-sole jazz shoes in unison

First pat, then slide, then glide, then twist

And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

We lunge, then lean, then leap, then shift

Our heads held high, our movement brisk

Our thoughts, actions, bodies are hers

And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

Our faces set to concentrate

Sinuous limbs, feel lithe, alive

So long solo, now we this troupe

And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

In public park, ‘ neath cherry trees

Pink blossoms sprinkle tarmac court

Doors and windows of school still closed

And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

Birds watch, then call, alarmed by us

At practice at dawn in cool spring air

We are again set free to learn

To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!

And rest! Three, four. And take a breath.

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n.b. Prompted by Na/GloPoWriMo 2021 to find inspiration in a painting held in the collection of The Metropolitan Museum of in New York City, I chose:

Star Dancer And Her School of Dance (1913) by Francis Picabia

Christopher Perry

31st March, 2021

6 Comments

    1. Thank you for reading and your suggestion (and following my blog). I was thinking of a less militaristic beat, but yes, this is true, it could be for cheer leaders too.

  1. Ah, it’s that breath at the end that we all fear just a little bit right now. Very effective.

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