A Star is Born
Sat, 19 Jul 2014
There’s a stage at the Theatre Royal,
in most every child’s heart; ballerinas
danced on mine, pirouetting their way
across the floor,
in a world I could only imagine
through books, and music and occasionally,
TV; a world in which my obsession knew
Taught myself to jeté and perform
an arabesque...fought with my mother
for the right to grow my hair long –
a must, as Juliet to Nureyev’s Romeo.
The mere thought of the rippling silk
of the curtains as they open thrills me,
still...the tumultuous applause, a sea
of adoring faces as I reach
to catch a rose, undulates as, gracefully,
I take my bow, waving its own unequivocal
and limitless encores, as a star is born,
no matter how many light years away...
no matter how small.