Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Pink Tutu


Perhaps the other ladies have a certain charm and poise,
I like the way each dancer points a toe.
None of them could be mistaken for muscle-chested boys;
Knowing their craft, they make their movements flow.
True, each one is elegant, delectable and young,
Up on her points, part of a graceful link.
The sad part is, your expertise is sure to go unsung
Unless your tutu is a brilliant pink.

                                                              Newcastle NSW


Walk along Nobby's Breakwater; turn your eyes from the land
And imagine all the wrecks beneath the sea.
The mouldering hulks seem vanished, but some are lying there,
A sorry part of our city's history.
And somewhere, if we could find them, lie forgotten human remains,
Skeletons, including  ancient skulls,
And the waves beat above them ceaselessly, with that ageless maritime roar,
Joining in the chorus of the gulls.
And they were flesh and blood like us, they had their hopes and dreams;
And the Hunter River seemed a haven then;
So near the land they foundered, yet most could not be saved;
Remember them, these long-forgotten men.


Rebecca said...

I like the pink tutu rhyme! very original and fun... I feel bad for the other ballerinas though, it's not their fault they don't get to wear pink, I'm sure!

Susie Jefferson said...

Love this pic, and your little poem. Tu tu perfect, lol.

Happy Pink Saturday!

Gabriela Delworth - Instructional Designer said...


Well, we both like tutus!