A dark theatre, with barely a sound,
Whilst ever backstage, such manic hustle.
Unnoticed by all, and deep underground,
Quorum of excercise, stretching muscle.

Yes, apprehension and yes, first night nerves,
Glistening bodies and costumes to fit.
Entrechat, plie, those sensual curves,
Discordant note from the orchestra pit.

From the world over, fly supersonic,
maybe a journey from just across town.
Out in the bar, a quick gin and tonic,
Then, take up your place as the lights go down.

So, let all this beauty our lives enhance,
We stand to applaud ballerina, dance.
 
 
 

©Tanith McKlane