She stands with feet wide, knees deeply bent. Her ageless face framed by straight black hair. She is in constant, deliberate motion.
The sweep of the arm.
The scoop of the hand.
Her eyes focus on the middle distance. She takes a slow, deliberate step to the left. Toes up, heel down. The shift of her weight, from foot to foot, is smooth. Effortless.
The sweep of the arm.
The scoop of the hand.
The thin autumn sun is bright in a pale blue sky. The Wellington wind swoops between the buildings and across the park. Her silk clothing ripples.
The sweep of the arm.
The scoop of the hand.
I stop to watch. My breathing slows. My gaze softens. For a moment, we are connected. I feel the power of being calm and controlled.
My cell phone beeps. In reflex, my gaze drops to my palm. The moment is gone.
I loved the repeated lines, and the feeling of calm they lended to the piece.
Thank you for your comment. I was hoping the repeated lines would have that effect.
There’s a lot of beautiful alliteration in this piece, and the smooth cadence nicely fits the scene. I really dig this one.
Thank you so much for your kind comment.
I feel like I’ve done some yoga or tai chi after this! Beautiful and calming.
That’s how I felt watching her. Like I was actually doing the practice. I must try tai chi, I think! Thank you for the comment.
The repeated lines bring out a sing-song feel to the write-up. good idea.
Thank you for the kind comment.
I actually felt myself relaxing while reading your work. The repeated phrases where like rocking a sleepy baby.
Thank you so much for your comment.
This was such a sensory treat. I loved the lyrical treatment you’ve given this post, Trish. Damn cellphones for ruining our little calming moments!
As soon as I looked down at the cellphone, I knew I’d broken the spell. Glad I’ve been able to recreate it here. Thank you.
Very poetic. Nice.