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
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