The Ballarina

The Ballerina Exterior, jagged and mystic Short body, muscular physique Reddish brown nappy hair Shading deep brown eyes from the sun’s glare Earrings in her nose Rings on her toes Pricks on her fingers From the sewing thimbles Walking through the crisp leaves Small body hidden by the trees Studies heavy on the mind Many more stairs to climb Finally reaching the peak Tired arms and brick feet Find life and movement in the move In the groove of the ballerina Leaping and flying across the stage Posing gracefully in a flower like stance Shifting her head in a sideways glance jete, jete, tilt, tilt Floating through the air like a fluttering feather A piourette, a leap, arms gracefully waving, Leaping, jete, piourette, tilting, Only a ballerina would dare To move feather like through the air