Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Pirouette Begins

Dancer’s grace and wisdom
Tens of thousands of minutes of practice
        Mystical hush from the crowd
   Feeling her strength
            Crones in the audience
     None feel her pain.

	Prima donna, seasoned ballerina
Determined reverence, unparalleled loveliness 
        Mindful students, enjoying the craft
       Her disciplined strength
           Sinews poised and ready 
              Shackled, yet adorned and adored. 
               
	A gypsy’s blessing
   Ancestral anklet forged 
              In the cosmos
 Well-worn leather ballet slipper
    Nineteen sixties ballerina, still dancing. 			                         
                  The pirouette begins

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Maurice Rigoler September 2, 2019 at 1:37 PM Yes, Caren, there's a price for everything! Male ballet dancers are the worse for it, in my opinion, as are male figure skaters; both do high jumps and land hard, on floor or ice. As a result they suffer hip and knee problems in later life – but knows about it? An insightful poem. Thanks for reading "Sound Advice". Best to you. / M Caren Krutsinger September 2, 2019 at 5:40 PM Thank you so much. I had seen a photo of a ballerina who had probably danced ten years too long.

Kurt Ravidas August 31, 2019 at 6:20 PM Once I attended a ballerina photo shoot. Her feet! I've never seen anything so horrible. Calloused, disfigured, overworked. I've respected ballerinas ever since. Caren Krutsinger September 1, 2019 at 9:56 AM I am so sad for them. I am sure they can barely walk upright except on toes.