Hardly a breath taken as she leans closer, closer still
Getting drawn in to her own astonishment as the tale dances in her veins
It takes her over and she is not an observer she is there
Audible intake of breath as the snow begins to fall inside the room fluttering down
Her hand clapped to her mouth
Head shaking in disbelief as the girl in the feathered tutu seems to fly across the boards
And she is so overcome the tears sting her eyelids but don’t break free
Incase they hamper her view of the wonders ahead
She is part of their world if even for a short time it’s a glimpse into myth and magic
But it’s true because she’s here and a witness to every move they make
She can believe in magic in its sparkly , twinkly beauty
Because magic shows its ugliness and glamour in equal measure and there’s always a way
A way through the dark, the fear
She leaves after the encore filled with a knowing otherness
She will make her own future and she is beautiful
She can be , she is magic.
Ailsa
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