Night of the Ball
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Music echoes through the halls,
climbing stairs, and gilded walls.
Our lovely lass discreetly swoons.
With longing eyes, she scans the room.
Young ladies dressed, in gowns, divine,
are coifed, and rouged and powdered fine.
Their dancing partners, starched, refined,
drink them in like precious wine.
A rhythm, now, she can't define,
has moved her toes in quarter time.
With her laced up shoes, she taps the floor
to violins, plucked strings, and chords
This debutant, is a lonely child
who spent her days by the river side.
Ann is a budding rose among the wild.
in a ballroom filled with bright bouquets
of hopeful, blooms, in vast array.
There is giggled laughter, beguiling grins,
and we hear the Danube waltz, play again.
Politely, polished, bright young men
gather flowers, twirling them
until their skirts sail with the wind.
She blushes, rouged, with charm, beguiling,
and hopes for partners, dashing, smiling.
She flutters a fan to cool her face
and closes eyes, a song embraced.
She sits awhile, with private dreams
She keeps her secret dream alive
Abides her time, and thinks it seems
a fantasy, she has contrived.
But then, she feels his gentle tap
He stands before her very eyes
and takes her hand, now from her lap
Deep in her magic dreamer's trance
Ann wakes, to look upon the prince
Who glides away with her upon
The ballroom floor, ......where they are one,
until the strike of midnight comes
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Fairytale Contest: Sponsor Alexis Y
Hometown: Riverside
Middle name: Ann
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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