Ballerina

Cello chords vibrate in the air as the wood fairy strides the firth.

Tarantella, A courtship dance of the spider, It began, A fever, A passion, A fury, A desire.

A child of Oberon and Puck She may be, Forest nymph, A fairy of the glen.

For a moment she stands still, Ruby mane suspended in the breath of the earth, Its colors mutating from terracotta to copper, Before she rushes forth, Destination unseen.

Her ears hear it, Her body feels it, Her soul is it.

The dance never stops.