6 November 2012

I fly across the floor.

Diamonds on my back shine and sparkle in the light,

and I feel my radiance as I fly before the judges.

Prance across the floor,

Hair tied back in a bun,

My dance is graceful and precise.

I swing low on a bar, wrap myself around it as I go,

Jump up and grab onto another as I swing, I fly through the air as I catch and turn.

Stand and focus,

Prepare and run

I'm a lightning bolt as I scream down the track

Punch the springboard and I'm over,

Hands grazing the table as I flip over it and land.

I swing up on two hands and mount,

Turn, twist and leap,

I go up on two hands, over and stick.

Pose, step, jump and finish.

I'm upside down and twisting off,

I land and finish with an accomplished glow.

I am an artist. An artist of movement.

burrahobbitArtist Of Movement: A Poem About My Favorite Sport, Gymnastics • Opuss № I