Party Reflections

My parties have become pretty lean
Ever since onset of Covid nineteen 
No more passing around fine liquor
drinking alone, in a hall of mirrors 

A new reality from behind thin veils 
Masks and gloves, my themed masquerade 
Radio on ‘Move Closer’ gives me shivers 
smooching alone, in a hall of mirrors 

I’m a one man band, on my record player
Listening to the sole voice, of Leo Sayer
Drowning in misery, a beached orca killer 
singing drunkenly, in a hall of mirrors 

Switch on the TV, looking for distraction 
Silent movie on, some guy named Chaplin 
Enough charades, echoes growing dimmer 
talking to myself, in a hall of mirrors. 

Something catches the corner of my eye 
A headline in a newspaper, lying nearby 
Vaccine found, life’s suddenly less grimmer
Praying on my knees, to broken mirrors. 

PARTY FOLK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward 
28/12/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Radice Avatar
December 28, 2020 at 4:04 AM
Excellent David - And I like your choice of music you referred to too: Phyllis Nelson and Leo Sayer. (I have his single One Man Band) The use of referring to mirrors was poignant but, yes, there is hope on the horizon. Not sure if the competition has run it's course yet or not but good luck with your entry anyway. Cheers - Gary
Kavanagh  Avatar
December 28, 2020 at 6:15 AM
I could definitely do a poem, on the slow set, but might be a bit suggestive, cheers
Radice Avatar
December 28, 2020 at 4:43 AM
Ahh, the 'slowie' dance form almost deserves a poem all of its own. I used to like taking my chances with "3 Times A Lady" as the song seemed to last forever. :)
Kavanagh  Avatar
December 28, 2020 at 4:24 AM
Thanks Gary it was a very late entry in the contest, but It was fun writing this regardless, Leo has a fantastic pristine voice, and Move closer was always the cue to grab some girl up to dance in the slow sets, back in the day, somehow just popped into my head, cheers David
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