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Swan

These tiny tears and creaking fractures,

tendons pulled taught, strained to a snap.

All for a curve, fingertip to tiptoe,

a line that they will dance in dreams.

Hold on point,

do not let them see,

give them the swan

they wish to be.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

37 Comments

  1. Glenn Buttkus says

    There was that excellent SHO series, FLESH & BONE, & the great film THE BLACK SWAN; both came to mind while reading your mini-opus. The women I’ve known who were into ballet had weird posture & damaged feet.

    • That can happen, especially as there’s no room to fall behind. I did ballet as a little girl but gave it up when I was about ten. I don’t think I could have coped with the pressure if I’d carried on.

  2. Well done. Great take on this. Ah Swan Lake…..what is so amazing is that the ballet folks (men and women) make it look so effortless. One time I sat in the front row and saw the sweat, the hands quivering while the male held the hand of the female and spun her three or four times….the strain as they held the arabesque, etc. It is indeed an art form that is created for the viewers so that all stress and “work” disappears in a froth of sequins, tutus, feathers and lovely music. Well done!

  3. Ballet dancing 230 Lbs..
    even harder than
    dainty 115 lb
    slender
    legs..
    but still NOW
    often identified
    as a professional
    dancer i am..
    until women
    fall into
    my arms
    and i
    drop them..
    then they
    find out..
    never
    a lesson
    or rule of
    dance for
    me ALL FREE..:)

  4. Love the wording in this and you fixed the ‘drat’ thing so well there’s no way to tell the inclusion of ‘dance’ was a ‘fix’ that occurred after the comments started! Bravo 🙂

  5. Brava! I disabled auto-correct because it kept correcting my Romanji Japanese and making me crazy. Wonderful poem about that hard work of ballet. With season tickets to the ballet, I kept seeing those dancers and some of the beautiful but tortured movements. Great work.

  6. I think ballet is one of those things that you have to suffer a lot to become great at…but then again, what worthwhile pursuit isn’t?

    • It is certainly a worthwhile pursuit but as with anything you have to dedicate a lot of time. I found I had greater loves that ballet and wanted to focus my attention on them, but I sometimes regret not going further with it.

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