Cathy Bryant | The Majorette

(The tarot card The World)

I have been taught to twirl my two batons
and march in step, as a majorette,
and I was as proud as a lion
when I got my first uniform.
 
Soon conformity and my growing body
made me feel restricted, pedestrian,
ox-like, feet aching from pounding
the hard roads, on parade.
 
I longed to tear off my tight bodice,
spread my wings and eagle-soar
into freedom and solitude; hatched
and hovering over something new.
 
When I’m older I’ll dance, not march
and do it naked in the greenwood
with forest creatures and communities
amid the boughs and blossoms of Spring.
 
 
 
 

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