She Dances Alone

The lights are kept low,
the mirrors are shrouded
the only music is that which
plays in her head.

She wears the same dress,
meticulously adjusted
and fitted to her frame,
not so much different

than the years before.
The door is locked
and the shades pulled
down, no audience

is allowed. Now, she
only dances when
she believes no
one is watching.

.

for the image prompt at The Mag

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13 Comments

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13 responses to “She Dances Alone

  1. You give that saying an unexpected oomph!

  2. ds

    Miss Havisham, danseuse. Brilliant. Thank you.

  3. Nothing in the world beats dancing like no one is watching!

  4. I’m sure many people dance in this secret world! 🙂

  5. “the only music is that which
    plays in her head.”
    This evokes sadness… I can think of is “dreams passed by,” someone who gave up their dreams for a different path. Well done.

  6. Helen Dehner

    I never want to stop dancing … solo or in front of an audience! Very nice.

  7. nice one Mark…enjoyed

  8. Sad but lovely. It’s hard to say goodbye to days gone by.

    =)

  9. This is bittersweet. It is hard to be unable to do things the way one used to.

  10. Karen S.

    Sure is my secret get-away!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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