Dancer

Come find out.

Her wide blue skirts billow around her as she glides across the ballroom,

She takes graceful steps and as you look at her you forget all gloom.

Suitors gawking here and there,

She is oblivious as she dances with great care.

Her auburn curly locks whirl around as she spins,

Just staring at her grace makes you forget your own sins.

Her bright green eyes sparkle in the dim light,

Her actions are loud and bright.

But when the grandfather clock strikes morning hour,

Our mysterious beauty disappears; then starts a light spring shower.

The other guests of the ball stand there wondering;

"Now where is the Ghost Dancer wandering?"

Reviews

[PANDORA]

My father has owned dance studio's my whole life. I love dancing and the power it gives me. I know that sounds really vain but I know when I dance all eyes are on me and that is a very seductive power. I mention this because this piece of prose made me feel the same way.

"Suitors gawking here and there,"---great line. Thanks for the read.

[wordman]

a great little story,ghost dancer