For the Dance
for the dance
knees ache
after all of the years
tending floors
of oak and ash.
scraping through
waltz-worn varnish.
scents of turps, aged wood
float on heat waves
above his head.
back strained
beyond bearing.
chandeliers mock the stars
bright crystal flames.
silks and satins whisper
whirling colour kaleidoscope;
ceremonial swords softly rattle.
dancing slippers
guided by dress boots
polished to a striking gleam
glide smoothly on his floor.
music bursts from doors;
windows open to the night.
voices murmuring, in dusky gardens
heedless of the floor keepers plight.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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