OK Second day and I had to write this early as I'm off to Peterborough to perform and judge at the final of the Poetry Rivals competition from 3pm to 9pm.
A big shout out to my fellow poets taking the NaPoWriMo challenge!
Let's do it!
She doesn’t walk, she flows.
Each step is like an ocean swell,
each turn a wheat field
Swept by the wind.
She was born to be in
grace and precision
in her frame.
Every movement measured,
from hair that falls like ribbons
gift-wrapping her face
To the perfect point of each toe.