Pity not the fairy tale damsels dozens
fallen prey to enchantment baffled
flamingo like stands the dancer in trance
The price paid for the secret portion to win in France.
In search, the petite dancer; for wicked wizard all
Hoping for portion in dine, traps the challenger fall.
Seas and valleys; rural and urban
Nowhere the sage
the dancer finds, to silence the ballet foe in flounce
So to the sea witch the hopeless seeks
Enigmas of the ocean bizarre, the ballerina peeks.
Sense of accomplished treats
Surfaces the crafty conspirator
In guise of a damsel in distress
on the eve of the competition
to solace the swansong of the sufferer in pretense.
Midsummer fairies of Shakespearean spell
Cast the hex on the schemer instead
Fame! Envy! and Greed! I want not,
except for rest
from the motionless green trap:
The poisoned poise.
By: Shashi Moore
P.S. It is not about winning, it’s how you play the game!