Every girl and some boys' dream is to slip on the pink satin and feel those ribbons wrap a criss cross around their legs. I'm talking about the siren call of the ballet darlings where one's toes must suffer for the priviledge of one's art. And we're not talking about the gurning face of Natalie's devilish Black Swan, just plain old practice at the mirrored bar day after day til those toes are ready to fly across the boards in a leap of faith. Well we know that many a pair of small and perfctly formed sugar pink shoes are destined to eventually lie forgotten, abandoned and left - wrapped in paper for the last time and placed in a now dusty box under a thousand beds, silent witness to the fleeting dream. So my advice is to rescue them , rummage and get them out ! Hang them proudly from your bed post. Celebrate those early flights of fancy and ambitions to dance. Blow a kiss to Nureyev and Nijinsky once more in your dreams and let the satin lift you up where you belong.
No comments:
Post a Comment