(for world ballet day)

i know it sounds silly, sissy even, but there’s nothing like an arabesque  and a touch of sequin to lift the mood.

grey morning
sparkle of rain
on headlit tarmac

You mean the pirouettes, fouettes, the thrill of watching such brilliant techniques?

the turn
of turning leaves
aswirl in the wind

And the stories, fairytales like those of Tchaikovsky , romantic oeuvres like Giselle, both chilling and sad.

low cloud
so many layers
a more beneath

Diana Webb