Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Picture Poem

More by this author
Taking one of her first steps towards grandma. Feeling anxiety that she will lose her balance.

Seeing her reflection with a pointed foot on the window glass reminding me of a ballerina getting ready for class.
Thinking she’ll fall into the black medal chairs of fall down on the patterned floor of brown and khaki squares and rectangles.
Seeing Nikki taking a step forward to a pro ballerina.
Looking at her in a room of four walls that are mirrors teaching little girls, and seeing the reflection of their pointed foot on the mirrors.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback