‘The little Ballerina pays homage to her teacher’
Moments till the curtain’s up,
Whirled emotions’ buttercup;
Nervous! scared! excited too:
What her mind is going through!
Such a tender age to dance
All those steps from Rome to France!
Lodged in white, instructed blue
Yet in that face a younger YOU!
Years of practice now bear fruit,
Salad days are such a hoot!
Winking murder: chorus nights
Slipping grapes down front row tights!
Giggles permeate that mind
Concentration’s hard to find
Nervous laughter ripples, blinks
As the second second winks…
Tapping stick, the music starts,
Every hope within our hearts
As audience, anticipate
Can’t run now, it’s far too late!
Ribbons tied around her legs
Concentration’s hurdle pegs
Serious, her face composed
Tingles stop in childish toes.
Every note, true harmony
Friends, the dance camaraderie.
Every pose and every glow
Perfect in its mistletoe!
Moments now, then on the stage
Turning eyes and turning page
All those many years of learning
Now that Juliette of yearning!
Crushed crescendos whisper notes
Faintly gasping duet floats
Across the well-sprung dancing floor
Curtsy to the ballet corps
Heartbeats skip their steady beat
Corps behind uncross their feet;
Long legs leap and bounding strides
Pirouette and whirlpool eyes!
Every step rehearsed, inspected
Every glance, a mood perfected
Grace and beauty every feature,
This was for the ballet teacher!