Pretty demoiselles
In flowered summer dress
Adventurous young men
Shyly forward press
Inviting them to join the dance.
Elders looking on
Shake disapproving heads
As swaggering swain
Shows too romantic an aim
By asking her to dance again.
Having her own mind
For he's handsome, tall and fair
She lets him take her hand
Ignoring their dark glare
And joins him in another dance.
Such memories waltz through her head,
Whatever happened to that handsome boy
So clearly seen in her mind's eye?
Like her, grown old and gone to seed
That lovely lad with dancing feet.
This one must surely be a painting - perhaps one by Monet? It certainly expresses the romantic soul of a painter and the reader can see little details like the 'flowered summer dress' on the canvass of your words. Love the nostalgic tone of the last stanza. Beautiful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Margery. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.