Photo by me

Twelfth Night Ball

Skirts a-twirl, eyes aglow,
Searching for the perfect beau.
One with strength and steady hand,
Who can spin and twist and throw.

The first notes heard from the band
Motivate the crowd to stand.
Then they flood onto the floor,
And take their partner by the hand.

Sashay away and sashay toward.
All the dancers know the score.
They smoothly execute each feat,
A well-coordinated hoard.

Crescendo with increasing beat,
The musicblurringonthesheet.
Andㅤfinallyㅤt h eㅤd a n c e r sㅤs l o wㅤ.
It’s time to rest their weary feet.

written while at the ball with my daughters