Her mother told her she was born to dance.
She said, in the womb her heart
tattooed her future steps
on a kind of fever chart,
a balletic horoscope of her every move.
The first time she heard the blues,
she slipped on her shoes,
pointed her toes and pirouetted out the door,
jazzed and jived to jukebox tunes
under summer skies and autumn moons,
slinking and slipping with trumpet slides,
joining bands on their tour bus rides
from city to city and town to town:
dancing the blues never got her down.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

Photo by Adam Littman Davis on Unsplash
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Keep Dancing
Susie is our host and has decided that because we are swimming in negativity from Facebook posts to news outlets, we’re going to dance. Today’s challenge is to express dance through poetry. We can pick a photo, a quote, video – whatever inspires us to write a new poem. I love the quote from Martha Graham: “Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart” but I also love the black and white photo. I wrote the poem quite quickly, with Joni Mitchell and Billie Holliday in my head.
Come on everybody and dance the blues! 🙂
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Love poem. It’s got rhythm!
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Thanks!
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Wonderful! Keep dancing!
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🙂
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Delightfully rhythmical…upbeat blues.
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I think I could dance to the beat of your words Kim! Love this!
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Thank you, Carrie!
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Yes we should dance that way… blues or not.
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“She said, in the womb her heart
tattooed her future steps
on a kind of fever chart,
a balletic horoscope of her every move”
Love those lines! My husband and I love traveling with our blues friend. Great poem! Thanks so much for writing!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Susie!
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Yes, this poem was a lot of fun especially the quote ending “…a graph of the heart”.
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Thank you!
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Awe. Yes, some kids talents are quite discernible early on. Sweet poem.
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Thanks Margaret!
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“Blues” has to be one of the most ironic labels for an expression of joy–dancing on the broken glass with abandoned. So nicely done here.
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…whoops, “abandonment.”
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Thank you, Brendan!
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Nice reading, nice writing Kim. I traveled with her, I feel she might get off that bus to stay when when her travels come to our Bourbon Street in New Orleans.
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😊
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Something in this description reminds me of the story of the red shoes.. such a sense of freedom, but also a compulsion to dance.
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I love the people you cite in this as inspiration. Blues are the heart and soul of dance.
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Many thanks, Dorna!
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Lovely rhythm in your dancing words.
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena! Lots of love to you xxx
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