Joanna Garrido

Dance of Death

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

 Try link from above as won’t work on the video bit


  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    ah the red shoes... epic well captured JG

    • Joanna Garrido

      Thank you Love that story and the old film. Trying to put a link to ballet sequence from film

    • kevin browne

      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.

      • Joanna Garrido

        Thanks for commenting and enjoying the read

      • Candlewitch


        this is an incredibly stirring the imagery it brings to mind! thank you!

        *hugs, Cat

        • Joanna Garrido

          I love The Red Shoes so inspired by that

        • Goldfinch60

          A very good write about a very famous film.

          • Joanna Garrido

            Thank you 😊 Glad you appreciated

          • Lorna

            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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