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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We sat in clusters, on couches, giggling at the antics of the wild ones, the PP’s. Aka popular peers, who were dancing with self confidence that oozed into the walls. The PP’s were gyrating to folksongs, flinging each other over furniture, laughing also. Their laughs made our laughs sound muted and staid until we had a bit more liquor. Suddenly we were up dancing, part of the PP’s. No, better than the PP’s because…. Our extrovert-ism had dissipated; we were now glib and extravagant, glitzy and glamorous. My best girls were kicking their feet into the air with a natural loss of inhibition. I was the highest kicker of all, felt like a Rockette at Music Hall, only prettier. Some guy laughed and pointed to our group of dancing Barbies. I smiled big time. Flashing him my best “who gives a cranium” look, for my cranium was now dancing. I had turned fluid, my appendages were flipping and flopping. I was unleashed. A wild fox in the middle of a barely lit cavern of wild foxes. There had never been such a party. Best party I ever attended, someone said in my ear. It was my friend Sadie. She was totally utterly unabashedly in the world of Alice; and this was the tea party. The mad hatter was the next person to catch my eye. I threw back my head like a pony. Dancing so hard, that my heels made the clopping sounds of a seventeen hand high stallion. If I never attended another party as long as I lived, it would be okay now. For I was fifteen, and this party of all parties, made me feel joyful and pretty. These feelings were terrific. This party gave me enough enthusiasm to last for the rest of my life. A Cheshire cat was grinning at me from the couch. I gave him a flippant happy wave. Written 12-6-2020 Contest: Party Folk Poetry Contest Sponsor: Julia Ward
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