My Nutcracker Story

December 27, 2013 at 8:52 pm 22 comments

clara*

once upon a time,

there lived a little girl

whose dream was to be in The Nutcracker –

to dance amongst the snowflakes, flowers and dolls

but

most of all to ‘live’ the role of Clara.

*

she practiced for hours and hours each day,

thought of nothing but ‘becoming the part’ –

of the sweet little girl

whose gift from her grandfather

became a prince

and

who captured her heart.

*

after two years of being a party girl and bunny,

watching Clara dance from the wings –

the day came to pass

when the cast sheet revealed

she would finally come

to realize her dream.

*

there were rehearsals in studios,

rehearsals on stage,

rehearsals with costumes and orchestra,

nights with no sleep,

big blisters on toes –

she was living in a constant state of euphoria.

*

when opening night arrived it was quite the affair,

there was a dynamic which could not be contained –

from the moment the strings played their very first notes

and

the red velvet curtain was raised.

*

the ballet began with a party and guests,

dancing and playing with toys –

until a mysterious gentleman suddenly arrived

with his enchanted dolls for all to enjoy.

*

there was a very unique doll

set aside for last,

to be given to one special girl –

the mysterious man had created a Nutcracker

for his granddaughter

to enrapture her world.

*

Clara was bewitched as she danced

and

she danced

until it was time for the party to end.

as the guests took their leave,

the house became quiet –

it was the moment to forge onward to bed.

*

BUT

Clara was restless,

unable to sleep

so she made her way down the stairs to the tree –

where her Nutcracker stood guard,

the clock struck midnight

with chimes hailing the beginning

of Clara’s magnificent dream.

*

the big stage came alive as the sets disappeared

and

the tree grew over twenty feet tall –

there were regiments of soldiers,

a mouse king with four heads

and

scurrying mice – some very big and a few small.

*

then it happened – it came – the moment of surprise

when the Nutcracker became larger than life.

he fought with his sword

and

his faithful soldiers behind him –

a battle…….with no end in sight.

*

during all of the raucous,

Clara stood on the sidelines

watching

and

thinking of what she could do,

when a thought suddenly occurred –

‘the mice king needs a distraction

why not throw something at him…

something handy…. like a …. shoe’?

*

SO

*

she held her shoe in her hand,

aimed for one of the heads

and

threw as hard as she could –

where upon the king turned away,

a sword met its mark,

ending the reign of the mouse king for good.

*

Clara stood in disbelief as the soldiers and mice

walked away leaving nothing behind

but

a man

who moments before was her Nutcracker –

now a prince leading her on a journey….

way into the night.

*

the end of act one saw the magical forest –

a snow queen and her prince…

then

a flurry of snowflakes prancing on stage

with ‘snow’ falling from an overhead scrim.

*

˜ Intermission ˜

*

act two began with a ride in a sleigh

to the land of fairies, dancing flowers and sweets

and

a story of how Clara saved the Nutcracker’s life –

broke the spell

of a doll he would no longer be.

*

after introductions were made,

the prince called upon

the kingdom to perform for his guest.

the land of sweets

came bursting alive with dancing

and

classical music at its best.

*

as Clara and her prince sat

in a gazebo on stage right,

she knew in her heart

it was more than a ‘dream’ –

the desire she felt was real…

the journey was real…

it was ‘who’

she was meant to be.

*

the young girl wanted to waltz along with the flowers,

wave a fan in black Spanish lace

and

pirouette in a tutu all around the stage

as the reed instruments in the orchestra played.

*

the last to perform was the sugar plum fairy

along with her cavalier

a pas de deux so beautiful –

so magnificent to watch

that Clara’s eyes began to well up with tears

because

Clara knew – the young girl knew –

the grande finale was about to begin,

when all the dancers performed one last time

and

bid farewell to her and the prince.

*

the end of the ballet brought curtain calls,

a red dozen roses with applause

and

stage hands taking apart the sets

and

storing away the props.

*

*

when the night finally came to an end,

the young girl laid awake in her bed –

all she could see were visions of herself

dancing in her head…

… 

waltzing along with flowers,

waving a fan in black Spanish lace

and

wearing a tutu

twirling

and

leaping

  all around the magnificent stage.

clara two

Astier de Villatte Ceramic Figurine
given to me by my mother – 1979

*

*

a brief post script: I really wanted to have this piece completed by Christmas Eve, but it was not meant to be.  I began writing this poem back in November.  It seems I kept hitting ‘mind’ blocks.  Each time I tried to revisit the piece, a haiku was born – thus my Nutcracker haiku series.  I am not certain what, but something happened while my boys were home – creative juices, maybe?  I must say this is the longest poem I have ever written.  I hope you enjoy it.

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22 Comments Add your own

  • 1. mixedupmeme  |  December 27, 2013 at 9:12 pm

    Your story and poems……the whole thing….has just been delightful. All who read will definitely know how much you put into it. Can’t believe it didn’t take you months to create.

    Whenever I hear the songs of the Nutcracker or see pictures about it, I will remember your post. 🙂

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    • 2. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 3:22 am

      Oh my, you have given me the greatest compliment – to be associated with such a masterpiece as Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker is an honor. Thank you so very much. xxx

      Reply
  • 3. mrmodigliani  |  December 28, 2013 at 12:31 am

    This is so spectacular. I hope you put it in a scrapbook for the next generation and the next

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    • 4. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 3:17 am

      Thank you so much for the lovely compliment. I will most certainly pass this story down – I have quite the scrapbook and boxes and books…. 😉

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  • 5. Svelte  |  December 28, 2013 at 1:33 am

    Oh,I loved it! I could almost feel the excitement of the act pulsating through me.

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    • 6. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 3:13 am

      Thank you so much;) I am happy you could feel my memories. They were quite spectacular to be a part of. xx

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  • 7. WB  |  December 28, 2013 at 2:33 am

    Wonderful prose. Very good work.

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    • 8. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 3:07 am

      Thank you so much for reading. I sort of felt like I was writing my personal version of ‘Twas the night before…. Or maybe I should call this my Moby Dick of poetry. 😉

      I hope you are having a wonderful holiday season.

      Reply
  • 9. Dom DiFrancesco  |  December 28, 2013 at 2:56 am

    Beautiful poem Kimberly, I love the story especially knowing its something you are passionate about. Great job my friend. 🙂

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    • 10. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 3:04 am

      Ah gee, thank you so much. This piece has been hanging over my head – some parts came flowing out like a leaky faucet and others were like squeezing water out of a grain of sand. xx

      Reply
  • 11. Genie  |  December 28, 2013 at 4:00 am

    I was completely riveted.

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    • 12. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 12:35 pm

      Thank you so much for reading. 😉

      Reply
  • 13. Life With Catnip  |  December 28, 2013 at 5:28 pm

    What a beautiful dream I can’t imagine doing it all waving a Spanish fan where undertaking it all and the dance that’s great.

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  • 14. Blog It Or Lose It  |  December 28, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    So beautiful, Kim!

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    • 15. words4jp  |  December 28, 2013 at 11:52 pm

      Thank you. xxxx

      Reply
  • 16. deadpoetdormis2  |  December 29, 2013 at 3:42 am

    wonderful story – well done! 🙂

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    • 17. words4jp  |  December 29, 2013 at 2:12 pm

      Thank you so very much:) Your comment means a lot to me.

      Reply
  • 18. bluesage63  |  December 29, 2013 at 10:04 pm

    what an amazing piece of work.. I loved it. How many gifts you have 🙂

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    • 19. words4jp  |  December 29, 2013 at 10:24 pm

      Thank you so much for your lovely compliments. It means is much to me.

      Reply
  • 20. Brenda  |  January 9, 2014 at 5:15 pm

    I love the use of the shoe, like a bit of cinderella and merida come into the nutcracker. Great updating! It’s great! I’m sorry I missed it at Christmas. I’ve really enjoyed catching up with you. Best, Brenda

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    • 21. words4jp  |  January 10, 2014 at 4:20 pm

      thanks – you are so sweet. sometimes it is difficult to keep up with everyone – geez i have a hard time keeping up with myself:)

      the funny thing about the Nutcracker Story is there are so many interpretations twists. i liked the shoe – i actually had to practice my aim and throwing because i am very bad at throwing anything. 😉

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      • 22. Brenda  |  January 10, 2014 at 6:26 pm

        Oh I have deadly aim. It’s a skill, but it’s dangerous. LOL

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