Dwm Sheila
MY DANCE WITH SHEILA
With firm resolveI I strode across the hall
To where the girls were standing in a row
My focus: Sheila, object of heart’s call
In fervent hope that I might be her beau
The scene was set: the annual ‘soirée’
(Intoned as ‘sworry’ in our dialective)
In school hall cleared for action of the day
Gramophone wound up for music retrospective
Deemed too young for those modern ballroom new steps
We capered dances from grandparents’ time
Old fashioned waltz, Valeta and the Two-steps
Should cleanse all sensual thought from our young minds
Between polished shoes and hair in Brylcream freeze
Vain assays at ‘debonair’ were keen applied
Though short trousers revealed matching pale grey knees
Ever hopeful this aspect could be denied
Should I execute a strategy well planned
Gain my chosen partner for the final measure
We might then go out together hand in hand
To share lemonade and moments I would treasure
Decades on in life’s experience recall
All the thrills and chills of myriad times spanned
Could I re-evoque such moments pain and all
I would choose that day when I held Sheila’s hand
2 March 20
Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest
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