The choreography

was immaculate.

Every inch of the

small stage was used.

 

Her costume too

was stunning.

Meticulously

she arranged it

to ensure

that it showed

her movement off

to its best

during the performance.

 

It was a full house

and she knew

that some of the audience

would be there specially

because it was her.

 

Kora had a following

and she took pleasure

in the passion she roused

in those who

watched her perform.

 

A thrill of adrenaline

coursed through her

as she entered the stage

to a strong

round of applause.

 

Spurred on by the reaction,

she danced her heart out.

Leaping and twirling,

straining every sinew.

Glistening with exertion

under the lights.

 

Jumping into the final

difficult, demanding,

disgusting evolution,

she discarded

her last item of clothing

and displayed herself

obscenely

to the tight pressed crowd.

 

They gave desultory grunts

of appreciation and drifted

back towards the bar

with their drinks.

 

Prima ballerina

or Friday lunchtime

in the Rose and Crown.

Serendipity.