Here I am behind this door,
Waiting for the second in the score
When the music swells to a loud forte
And I leap on with a grand jete,
My family are here, the celebrity guest,
The judges, assessors and all the rest!
But I am nervous, it’s my time to shine,
This is my moment, this role is mine.
Caro Field Author 
Flashdance…
Less flash dance, more royal ballet…
So do images inspire your poems or do you find an image to go with your poem? Or both? Either way, lovely.
Both! Sometimes I write the poem then find the image. Others, I see an image I like and write a poem to go with it.
What a precious moment.
Thanks Ann
Good luck, ballerina, good luck! It must be a lot of stress…