Dance Acadmey

• Bethanie Patch, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

The music complimenting every move,
The off white walls,
The shiny silver barre,
The mirror mimicking the dancers every motion.
Beads of sweat glistening,
Muscles taught, toes pointed,
Bottoms in, head erect,
Their hands look unbelievably breakable,
Their heads smiling with dignity,
One touch and they would surely shatter.
Everyone in synchronisation pirouetting across the room,
Showing off their posture and technique.
How can you describe how gracefully they are moving?

Madam nods with approval.