We at Slippers & Tutus believe that ballet and other forms of dance are art that is made with the motions of the body. To celebrate this art one of our coworkers has written this poem which we will now share here. If you are going to share it please link back to us.
It starts with light being shone on darkness.
All is still then movement begins.
Legs uncurl and then swing about.
Colors streak across the stage.
Spinning, leaping, motion is everywhere.
Energy is presented to the eyes and ears.
No speaking is done but a story is told.
Higher and higher the pitch becomes.
Dancers throw themselves in to the air as if trying to fly.
The performance ends, everyone in place, a picture made of flesh.
The world left behind returns.
The show is over, but the memory remains.
It is added to the collection that makes up the audience’s lives.
It stands apart as a tiny bit of color.