merriment at the ball

09/2011

                       The occupants jostled around in the carriage

                       as it careened down the winding cobblestones 

                       sounds of light laughter carried them to the ball

                       soon they would be floating across smokeless 

                       stretches of overdone rooms and endless cliche

                       piano chords striking notes in the imagination

                          

                         Arriving, her and host strode into the thrive

                       nods of introductions and bows of curtsy   

                  graced their entrance to the grand ole hall

                  articulating discussions blended with the tunes

                  she noticed him when he entered into the room

                  his bright eyes and the curly brown lock on his head

                  accompanying his gentle yet assertive deposition

                  advancing towards him, she held up her hand

                  twas the custom invitation to a reciprocal dance

                   her petticoats sway at the

                                                     hands of this admirable pursuer

                               matching his move for move

                                                              circling the wonder of it

                                      

 

Author's Note

Often I feel as if I were born in the wrong century...

Reviews

[Zilla Z.]

My goodness, I can't believe what I'm reading... Victorian times, at their best, worded by you...
I swooned away by the gift of your pen, and your rich imagination of mind traveling...
The dance, was as soft as your words do the Waltz... I'm in awe... x

Zilla

[JohnEWordSlinger]

The good ol days, never been to one, maybe for a good reason, lol... I feel this,
thank you, much appreciated... WS, the Conductor of the Poetry E Train...

[Spookers]

I like how descriptive this is. It is lovely.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe, this piece was just cute. I can see why you feel that way. I mean this piece shows that you wished you were born in this century. I like description in the piece. I could actually image it and the picture of course goes with it. Sometimes I wish I knew what it was like to be at a ball myself. This piece comes alive to me. Thanks for sharing. :D

[Seshat Nidaba]

I enjoyed how different this was!

[London]

i definatly know what u mean. awesome poem by the way XD

[Dreamwind]

This sounds like a wonderful time to be in.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Wow!
Such great, accurate descriptions are here.

[∂αʌ<..]

feeling you exist in a world you dont belong to!
a recurrent feeling which im a constant victim!
your poem fits so so much the victorian period! the wine would flow...the couples would valse around...the ball...the courtesy of gentlmen...and so on and so forth!

i was transported in the world of cindrella! (o^.^o)

[Luchia Noname]

oh lovely story it was beautiful felt as if i stepped back :) i love old castle, royalty stories i feel as if i should have lived in there time for i am just as they are what a joy it would be to live in there times :) its a dream...