Ding! (Imaginary light bulb floats above my head.)
So that's where the inspiration of my poem came from. Hope you enjoy it! :)
The Little Dancer
There she stands all set and ready
On her stage of wood,
Her arms outstretched, her legs steady
Smiling just as she should.
The music begins and her feet start to fly
So gracefully, so delicately on the floor,
She straightens and stands and with her hands to the sky
Hears her invisible audience screaming “more!”
Her dress twirls as she spins around
Her shoes gliding on air,
And as she comes around, no one makes a sound
As they stare at the princess with blonde hair.
She skips and gallops, like a newborn filly
Across her pasture and field,
And just like that her dance turns deadly
Sharp as a sword ready to wield.
Her feet are fire as the song comes to an end
The smoke dancing with her feet,
She stops and smiles, and with a last bend,
Bows to her audience in the midst of the heat.
