The bodies cram into the space
Where darkness reigns until the lights raise up
And dresses ease into those folding velvet chairs,
Sighing as the weight comes off those six inch heels,
Not thinking of the pain those pointed toes endure
As the dancers leap and turn in white, so innocent,
But underneath there’s all those hours spent
At the barre in twisted shapes made natural
Despite the strain upon those fragile bones,
Their strength is undeniable, be it physical
Or what they deal with in their minds
And all for art, for those of us
In dresses costing half the world
And peering through binoculars on sticks,
Feeling that we’re at the pinnacle
When really it is those we pay to entertain
Who really rule this world.
3 thoughts on “The ballet”
I love the ballet, Rachel. There’s something about the way a story is told through dance that just draws a person in – well, this person, anyway. Those beautiful costumes, too! Little wonder that being a ballerina is such classic ‘when I grow up’ wish…
It’s been ages since I’ve been to the ballet. I wish I could go to “The Nutcracker” or “Swan Lake” again.
I’ve never been! I feel so uncultured because I’ve visited the theatre so few times but I would love to go some time. I often watch the ballet on Sky Arts and I find it mesmerising.