A Poem

We are going to have a reading tonight, which means I had to pinch together a poem, because, however much my mother likes me reading reports, I'd much prefer a poem. This one isn't in my usual, dark and sinister or old tale-ish style, hitting a more whimsical and pretty note.

A Ball

Creamy silk, soft satin

Faultless bows, frothy lace,

Golden, sparkling tiaras,

Chokers, dripping with jewels

Plaited bustles, velvety gloves

Starched suits, shiny black boots

Chalky wigs, smooth mustaches

Ticking pocket watches, gold chains

Tall top hats, silken breeches

Powdery cheeks, red lips

Pink blush, black eye shadow

Flawless skin, painted nails

Whirling couples,

Dizzy with celebration,

Tapping heels,

In rhythm with the soft music

Spinning shadows,
Dancing their own ball
On the marble

Old patrons, eyes sharp on their
Young, reckless charges
Coming-of-age princesses
Princes searching for love

Nobles and royalty,
Swirling together
In a Sea of
Billowing skirts
And stiff suits

So there it is. I'm quite proud of my way with words. I might post some more poems I wrote later on . . .