The Ballet
by Aine Moriarty
She dances, balancing on her fragile feet
Plies are easy, as are relevés
Working up to the elusive pirouette
Her shoes don’t quite fit
She’ll have to buy a new pair
She dances, balancing on her fragile foot
She has piqués and chassés squared away
Getting to the elusive pirouette
Her new shoes are a bit tight
They’re probably supposed to be that way
She dances, balancing on her fragile toes
Jetés and battements come naturally
Almost reaching the elusive pirouette…
SNAP!
CRACK!
THUD!
Now she’s done it
She got the wrong shoes