Blogmas Day Twenty Two - Poetry and Ballet

 

Artwork by Rosie Hardy

I found this on Facebook and it really resonated with me.

They saw her in the library

Discarded on a chair

And her glossy, shiny cover

Made them notice she was there.

They picked her up and held her

For a minute, maybe three

They said she was exquisite

The most beautiful they'd seen

They thought not of her pages

Simply stared at her in awe

Then they put her on the bookshelf

As they headed out the door

So they never knew the words she chose

To mark her journey's start

And they didn't read the reams and reams

Of kindness at her heart

They didn't read the things she hid

In pages left untouched

Or the hellos and goodbyes she'd said

Of people that she loved

They didn't read the chapters

Where she set herself apart

And they never read the lines she wrote

Of how they'd played their part

They didn't turn the pages

On her struggles and her strengths

And they missed the ripped-up paper

Where she'd torn herself to shreds

They never read the parts

About the places she had been

Or the people she had helped

Or the wonders she had seen

So when anybody asked them

What it was that she was like

They realised they had no idea

What she was like inside

See, they'd told her she was beautiful

Because of how she looked

But they'd just admired her cover

And they'd never read her book.

Becky Hemsley 2020

We went to our annual watching of The Nutcracker the other night, it's the live link up to cinemas from The Royal Opera House in London, shared all over the world as well as in the UK.  As usual it was absolutely magical. We both thought that the choreography was even better this year. 

 Before settling down to watch the ballet with a glass of wine we had fish and chips in the restaurant that's next to the cinema ... which has also turned into something of a tradition.  

Sue xx  🎄