Performance
they tap on the floor
up and down and up again
a graceful jeté here, a pirouette there
disregarding the blisters and blood
every step done in perfect synchrony
thirty hours of rehearsal – more, more
the music ebbs and flows
bows slide against strings, pressing calluses
she flies into the air, time stands still
muscles clench and stretch
skirts whirl to the joyous tunes
fingers ache from the pricks of needles
flawless white shoes
from the dirt and dust
something grand and exquisite
birthed from toil, as a phoenix does
rises from the point of their toes
so often bruised, but never faltering
and the magic of the dance – an art,
from the shoes we slip on in dressing rooms
with delicate satin ribbons
to the curves of our fingers
and the violins, the pianos, soaring higher
to our grand finale, standing proud and tall
the thick velvet curtains wave
as the cheers resonate in our ears.
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