My Netball Dress

My dress swiftly swishes
Slowly turning, twisting.
The blue material belongs in the ocean -
A blue kaleidoscope -
Concealing my terrors, worries and fears,
Hiding me in a different guise.
The pattern can match the occasion:
Dancing dolphins or roaring razor blades.
When I put it on I feel it pulsing,
Willing me to have a good game.
It’s my own audience,
Cheering, yelling, shouting.
Peers don’t think much of it.
A scrap: old netball dress.
But to me it’s also something more.
It transforms me into a magician,
Surprising and thrilling.
The goals are up ahead
Just there.
Stand, stay strong for the Kilburn name.