The Dancers are Still Dancing

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Broken.”

A cardboard box. Broken chalks and pastels, every shade, nestling in powdery remains.  A scrap of paper, blue and creased. An empty coffee mug, stained with colour, half full of muddy liquid, abandoned in a burst of inspiration.

Who would have thought that these tiny damaged chalky stubs could be transformed into images of such energy and verve? Such vivacity. Artist and dancer, Sam, sweeps colours over paper, lost in creativity.   A dancer begins to take shape, flies across the page, head thrown back, limbs wide, feet off the floor…..pure joy.

The pastels might be broken but the dancers are still dancing…….