High School Dance DWM
It was a Friday,
and I was excited
about the High School Dance that night.
I wore a yellow chiffon dress up to my knees
with black Patton leather pumps.
Students stood, jumping, and dancing wall-to-wall.
Partners were no longer needed to join in the on the fun.
Teenage hearts entwined, ambushed with love,
some in the groove having a ball, found none left behind.
Chaperones watched, so we wouldn’t get out of hand.
Amazed feel atop, swirl around,
yearn the music not to stop.
A rotating disco mirror ball hung; reflecting light, a trance
on the gym floor added excitement to the dance.
The music played over the constant background chatter.
Jazz, blues and rock; there was nothing better.
All in excited wonder in the night’s thunder
just wanted a little bit more
to listen to the music score.
Swirled round and held hands
peek over towards the band stand.
Then, sent home to our parents.
Recapturing the past with friends, a long time ago.
3/7/2020 “Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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