Here is mine, I entered it into the Creative Futures competition this year, the theme "Impossible Things" but alack and alas it failed to meet with the judges approval .
I love to dance but with my 8" arms and no hand grip I go through life frustrated in my passion and dream of a partner who can choreograph twirls and lifts while keeping me unbroken.
So here is my fantasy poem.
Rhythm Impossible
I really
want to be on Strictly Come Dancing
Knowing the
experience would be life enhancing
Watching I
choreograph all my own moves
No trouble for me twirling in a pair of high shoes
My fantasies are filled with Anton du Beke
One leg on the
floor one leg round his neck
Some issues
keep me waiting forlorn in the wings
Practically
and physically impossible things
I am not too old but have reached an age
When some of
my muscles might fail to engage
For the six long
hours every day training
My pelvic
floor may become unsustaining
There's a
slight lack in the length of my arms
I won't wear
prosthetics and hide all my charms
With ribbon
extensions tied to my wrists
They can
twirl me away and I won't go adrift
This
artistic interpretation of the usual frame
A ten from
Len in my dreams he proclaims
My partner
challenged by my hands with no grip
Would cling
to me tightly in case of a slip
The lifts
would require a large leap of faith
The rise and
fall lead to judgment disgrace
Finally
relevantly and sadly for me
I am not a
celebrity at the great BBC
Sue Kent 2015
