Ballet audition

Bent, a teapot, arthritic neck its handle,
lips protruding from the spout

she’s irked because I fail to retain
the enchaînements. She sees a lazy teen –

she doesn’t see a girl walking London
each night, imagining death

more brightly than life. So when
the call comes: the role’s mine,

I can leave, she tilts her body, pours
into my ear, how lucky.



Millie Light is an emerging poet from West Cornwall.  Recent publications include: Mamecology, Spelt, The High Window, Intersections (NI), and a number of anthologies. Twitter: @MillieMaglet