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.
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