Dancing in Paris

[a poem by   ~burning woman~  ]

I’m dancing, really dancing
only I don’t quite dare know
who this girl is, dancing so freely,
with such uninhibited abandon.

Behind her looms that steely landmark,
the Eiffel tower.
She spins and laughs, closes her eyes,
it appears, disappears
now covered in lights,
now wreathed in fog:
the clouds seem to frown
and she shivers and trembles
thinking, “Such daring!” Is this me?

It’s her happiness, you see.
The mighty Olympians are confused.
Perhaps even angry
for they’d swore she would never
taste happiness in this life.
The man in whose arms she swims:
who is he? She can’t remember–
Is she dreaming again, lost again?

She doesn’t know what time this is.
How long has the Eiffel being?
This must be a recent time,
a modern time, so says her dress.
This time, this one time
it has to be real,
not just some pointless vision:
one more of countless.
This time she beat the odds–
she-did-it. I-did-it… me!

I’ve dreamed to be here,
to possess this experience.

But it was always just a dream,
one after the other:
dreams, I have survived on.
From dream to dream weaving
the plain web of my simple life
in my very own make-believe tower,
a prisoner of fate and of fear
until the day I die
to enter that final dream.

But here I am,
dancing in Paris.

No other city looks like this;
no other feels like this.
The world is my home town
but Paris, ah, Paris
is the front door to my heart
and it lies wide open!

Be angry, Olympians, hate me if you will,
it matters to me no longer:
your lying mirror lies on the floor
in a thousand shattered pieces!
If I die now, then I die.
You were powerless to deny me

this one moment when the taste of happiness
touched my lips.  I am laughing!

15 thoughts on “Dancing in Paris

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  2. Phil Huston

    The wheel goes round and round.

    “She doesn’t know what time this is.
    How long has the Eiffel being?
    This must be a recent time,
    a modern time, so says her dress.
    This time, this one time
    it has to be real,
    not just some pointless vision.”

    There’s the story, eh?

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for the comment, Phil. Yes, there’s the story although there is so much more to it. The girl’s name, for example, is Hélène Mathieu. The dance happened in 1941, after the Germans had invaded France and settled in. That girl was me and she was twenty three years old. The Olympians got even soon after. But to be able to recall and relive this, there’s a different kind of story.

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  3. Lily Von Valley

    “it matters to me no longer” is a wonderful resolve along with going out “laughing”. I imagined the girl dancing, she was utterly bursting with happiness, and it some how reminded me of myself, but then I imagined her as you – perhaps it’s all of us. There is a faint sense of sweet revenge thr’ the poem and the revelation that the Olympian Gods were’t/aren’t all that powerful after all…….

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Lily for the comment. Yes, even if the gods got even soon after and had her killed, yet she came back… to write the poem about her life-changing challenge to the status quo. “They” say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. That is not true. What is true is, what kills you is what makes you stronger if you dare come back and face the music or the firing squad or the burning at the stake time and time again, daring to remember and relive to learn compassion from your fears, losses and pleasures.

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      1. Lily Von Valley

        I meant, a sense of ‘victory’ not ‘revenge’. Nice idea, ‘ what kills you makes you stronger”. Enjoy ur day, Sha’Tara.x

  4. Regis Auffray

    A fine poem, Sha’Tara!

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    On Sun, May 13, 2018 at 8:56 PM, ~Burning Woman~ wrote:

    > Sha’Tara posted: “[a poem by ~burning woman~ ] I’m dancing, really > dancing only I don’t quite dare know who this girl is, dancing so freely, > with such uninhibited abandon. Behind her looms that steely landmark, the > Eiffel tower. She spins and laughs, closes her eyes,” >

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for your comment and the mention of that great French songstress. It may sound corny but that reminds me of “La Vie en Rose!”

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