She danced the dance of Death
The red shoes clinging tight
Pain with every breath
Giving up the fight
Near to sweet life’s end
The red shoes whirl her round
On Death she can depend
To dance her underground
Round, round in Dark Waltz spin
The red shoes dance her, on and on
A punishment for Karen’s sin
No sweet release for doing wrong
As she dances through Death’s door
The red shoes haunt the night
And spin around for evermore
A melancholy sight
26/01/19 JG
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ktv3-1JTspc&autoplay=1
Try link from above as won’t work on the video bit
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Author:
Joanna Garrido (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Hans Christian Anderson’s Red Shoes and the film of The Red Shoes especially the ballet sequence
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ah the red shoes... epic well captured JG
Thank you Love that story and the old film. Trying to put a link to ballet sequence from film
Dancing to the word of death. That must be a very humbling attempt to stay as calm as possible just waiting to fall through your deaths door you write about. Fine piece.
Thanks for commenting and enjoying the read
A very good write about a very famous film.
Thank you 😊 Glad you appreciated
Oh you speak of one of my favorite movies! Miss Page is unable to dance tonight, nor indeed any other night.
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