Torvill And Dean: Bolero Poem by Angela Wybrow

Upon the ice, they take their place,
And wait for the music to fill the space.
With bated breath, the young couple kneel;
Nervous, but excited, is how they both feel.
This is their moment: their one big chance -
Across the ice, they both will soon dance.
As the rhythmic music begins to play,
From side to side, their bodies now sway.
With arms outstretched to the side,
They let the music be their guide.
Their fluid-like movements easily flow,
As the intensity of the music steadily grows.
In the air, there is love and romance,
As, across the ice, the young couple dance.
Their every move is polished and precise,
As they skate together upon the ice.
They execute some breathtaking lifts,
As, across the ice, they turn and twist.
Wearing costumes of purple chiffon,
The dancers don't put a single foot wrong.
Elements of dance and elements of mime
Blend together in a performance sublime.
Their every move is synchronised;
The audience look on hypnotised.
At the end of the story, the young couple die,
So, flat on the ice, the two dancers lie.
The crowd go crazy: there's a massive roar -
Such a perfect performance, they've not seen before.
A string of perfect sixes, they are awarded,
As, by the audience, they are applauded.
Such technical brilliance is rarely seen -
Of the ice, they're the king and queen.
As the thrilling realisation takes ahold,
They step up to receive their medals of gold.