“Bunheads” by Sophie Flack
My name is Hannah Ward. Don’t call me a ballerina.
Ballerinas are the stars of the company. They dance centre stage under the spotlight, and they get their own curtain calls. Their head shots are printed in the program, with their names in large print. Me, I’m a dancer in the corps fr nallet, just one of the dozens of girls who dance in graceful unison each night. My mother thinks I’m a star, but she’s biased.
“On Pointe” by Lorie Ann Grover
Our feet slip into satin shoes
with stiff shanks,
and slippery ribbons
that wrap and end
in hard knots.
The frayed edges
out of sight.
A row of bound feet
to its toes.
“Dancergirl” by Carol M. Tanzman
“That’s when I understand why I dance. For some people, it’s the only way to make sense of the past, to get to the meaning behind the present. To find your true self.”
“Audition” by Stasia Ward Kehoe
I feel his arm
He takes one of my outstretched hands.
Draws it beneath my stomach.
“One more time…”
This is not sex,
In the stillness of his breath,
The waterlike way he moves.
He is making a dance.
We are making a dance.
“Tutu Much” by Airin Emery
A background rich in ballet will enable you to grow far more quickly than any traditional genre training. You can do anything in the dance world with proper ballet technique.
“Pointe” by Brandy Colbert
Ballet is my life. I’m powerful, untouchable when I’m out on the floor, and one day I’ll hold the titles I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl: Solist, then Principal Dancer. The Misty Copelands and Julie Kents and Polina Seminovas. The cream of the crop, the best of the best…