A dancer – TB

27 Nov

She was dancing,
Dancing dead in his arms.
She was still dancing on the Saturday,
On that crimson dance floor.
She had been told by the doctor
That if she merely ran down the road
She risked being struck down.
But dance she did,
Because she had lived through the Second World War.
She’d remembered the blackouts and the bombs
And having to hide in the shelter at the bottom of the garden.
She said she’d never have exchanged those days
Because she lived to dance.


4 Responses to “A dancer – TB”

  1. Kenia Santos November 27, 2014 at 2:04 am #

    This poem brings many references to my mind..
    I was wondering if it was about Alice Herz-Sommer, from the documentary ‘The lady in number 6’, but she was a musician, not a dancer. Then I thought of Anne Frank, then of Bjork in ‘Dancer in the dark’… and it could also be about your granny, or an elder neighbor. A beautiful poem that made me feel like twirling.


  2. vandana December 1, 2014 at 3:14 pm #

    no matter what the conditions are one shoul be hopeful

  3. margaret December 2, 2014 at 1:56 am #

    …because she lived through the Second World War – they really were (some still are) shaped by that time – Perseverance and frugality come to mind – also a joy in the simple things – Not bad qualities at all – just a horrible thing that shaped them.

  4. Marian December 2, 2014 at 10:46 am #

    wow. this brings such a clear picture to mind, very beautiful and triumphant. love your floor/war rhyme… just makes the whole piece for me. wonderful!

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