A night at the Ballet

As I took my seat, the lights started to dim

It’s such a treat for me, a night out with my love

A night I enjoy, in a world of music and dance

The Ballet, a place where one can get lost in a trance of the dance

As I watch, they took center stage there was the principal dance, she stood out on stage in a long flowing feminine gown of white, her hands were raised

Behind her were two ladies who were soloist all dress in black

As the music played they dance to the sound up on toes they would bound then twirl around

At the height of the music they leap up in the air, their legs bent and arms reaching up high

I was caught in the moment, as they appear to be to be flying in midair they became part of the scenery behind them showed birds in flight

The story of love and passion they did share one where the dancers through their devotion gave of their lives, to live as birds such was their fate

I was enchanted throughout the whole play

At the end of the performance the dance took the stage to see the audience up on their feet clapping with joy for this beautiful treat

But back in my reality, as we left, the darkness of my blindness crept back in!

Guildford H Windley

March 5, 2018

"Dance, Gypsy, Dance"

“Dance, Gypsy dance, let your spirit loose,

Breathe freedom, live the life you choose.

The morrow will come, but a rainbow you will see,

Tonight, it is a mind sight. A vision of a dream.”

The coins they fall around their feet, still they dance,

It is not for gold for jewelry nor taste of romance.

To them the need to be free is their greatest treasure,

“Dance, gypsy dance” They smile with the greatest pleasure.

© Cynthia Clark

Three Ballerinas

Let’s stretch out our arms and kick up our heels.

All different, all the same, hands up, hands out.

The music plays, everyone sways, we all jump, we all move.

All different, all the same, arms up, arms out.

Deep breaths, hearts pumping

All different all the same, hands up, hands out.

All together.

As we sway to the music,

healthy exercise gets our muscles working

while oxygen clears our brains.

All different, all the same, hands up, hands out.

Collectively we contribute

to each other’s emotional health.

Arms up, arms out, reach out, touch each other.

All different, all the same, hands up, hands out.

Arms up, arms out, reach out, touch each other.

All different, all the same.

Three ballerinas.



Leaping to freedom

Three girls jump and let go

Friends since birth they all agreed

To jump was to be set free

Birds flying high in the sky, they all counted to three

Together they leapt into the air

Fleeing the nightmare of their existence

Now was the time, no turning back, jubilant expressions on their faces

Together forever free