Ballerina Poem by Phil Soar

She glides across the floor with the grace of a swan
Flamingo like,
She pirouettes
Floating as if skating on an ice flow
Yet dancing
And as we watch
Her effort seems extreme to please our sight
Ballerina
All her skill is borne from years of practice
The blood filled dancing shoes
The aching muscles struggling to achieve the best
Yet with the beauty of a butterfly
The legs of a flamingo
She flies through the air and lands like a feather
Only touching the stage for a second
Before rising again like a Phoenix through an orange flame
And then to stand
Arabesque, before twisting once more
And forever remaining in your mind
Because she dances for you
The Ballerina