Title: High Steppers
by Catriona from Scotland | in writing, poetry
Dancers in frilly white tutus
Waiting for the curtain to come up
Poised as if in mime
The violin player's hand runs up and down like a spider
Still they are frozen
The curtain goes up as if a feather caught by the wind
Everyone is staring
Daintily, the dance starts
The pink shoes skim the dark floor
Like a paddle in water
The light dim as every one is transfixed
By the girl in centre stage
Her grass-like arms waver in time to the music
She seems to be walking on a coat of air
Delicately balancing
As delicate as wheat
As pretty as a rose
This poem was inspired by the painting ¿High Steppers¿ By Walter Sickert
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