Rebecca Dale-Everett

The ballet dancer

The ballet dancer stood.

Her pearls of strength and precision,

placed impeccably in the examiner's vision,

awaiting the request for her performance to begin.

She started.

The beauty flowing flawlessly through her torso,

as her delicate fingers caressed her crimson examination bow,

before opening to arabesque.

Her passion was clear.

She moved in harmony with the pianist with perfectly aligned wrists,

her pale lips parted through meditation

as she carried out a pirouette.

Then she fell.