Dawn Dancers

Dawn Dancers

A Poem by A Jackson
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How being stood up and let down can be the worst feeling in the world.

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Her eyes are glancing across the room,

From face to face in the midnight gloom.

The champagne is empty and flirting rife,

As couples dance into the empty night.


Looking for love in the misty air,

So many young women enter the lair.

Cigarettes, vodka and cocktails galore,

To camouflage the truth of daughters, forlorn.


She's watching the door, her eyes are wide,

She's looking for him, to come to her side.

Alone for so long she knows that he'll come,

Her heart is racing but her body is numb.


Dancers disperse, someone turns up the light,

Revellers pass, oh what a pitiful sight.

Of the girl on her own with that look in her eye,

As she begs herself not to stumble and cry.


Placing one foot in front of the other,

Wishing she was back in the arms of her mother.

The city is cold, her head bowed low,

As she walks the street, going home alone.




© 2014 A Jackson


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aweh this sounds sad and lonesome but its really detailed and has a great flow to it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A Jackson

10 Years Ago

Thanks Demii
It's always the same when the glitter disappears. I used to work in a club quite a few years ago, it was temporary whilst I was at uni. With the lights on and everyone gone the place used to look so tawdry.

Beccy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A Jackson

10 Years Ago

Everything changes once the lights go up eh!
I lloved this poem. I love the way you broke the pattern of rhyme in the last line. This was a great read for me. I could really sympathize with the main character.

Thanks for sharing

Em

Posted 10 Years Ago


A Jackson

10 Years Ago

Hi Em,

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A Jackson
A Jackson

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