Ho Down
With all the charm he could muster
He extended his hand
Asked for the dance
She from the place
Where the red willows grow
Broke the crust from her demeanor
Rose from her chair
With a rustle of her skirt
Joined him on the dance floor
Excitment unbearable
Thought she might explode
Go up in smoke
For long she had been mending
The patchwork of her life
Her heart brittle
Long on the shelf
Collecting dust
Wrapped in cobwebs
Her movements to the music reached
A fevered pitch
The music stopped
A gentle breeze moved her hair
His piercing eyes embraced her
She slipped easily
Into the sheath of his love
Note: The night before I watched Pride and Prejudice, so the story of Mr. Darcey and Lizzie lingered in my mind. And when Brenda suggested dance, I could go nowhere else.
annellannell 
Intriguing story in this poem. Love and hesitation; interesting how she moved from one shell of her own making into the shell (shelter) of him.
A very romantic story. You’ve weaved this with such a gentleness as befits this tale and, time. All that was missing was her ‘swoon’… but, I guess that was covered by your last two lines…smiles.. A lovely read.
Ahh that love thing. You describe it well my friend and allow all of us to share the moment and those feelings,
Elizabeth
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I am not completely familiar with Pride and Prejudice, but the verse reminded me of a shy belle at a southern ball. A fairy tale quality to this piece that’s let’s us dance in embraced in your words.
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Lilting and lovely!
Whirling with Wendell Berry
Yes, I would have to agree with the others. This is a pleasant read. I could picture the whole scene in my head. Good job.
Very romantic piece, Annell. Nice to see where your inspiration came from.
Pamela
I reckon that Jane Austen would approve!! 😀
into the sheath of his love…cool turn of phrase that….and this was fun…my parents are mateur square dancers….