Rebecca Dale-EverettThe 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.
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.