Anklets and bracelets of gold
Circlet of violets upon her brow
Dancing in stilettos under the mistletoe
On the dance floor of Chalet Morrow
Yuletide greetings called from ribald valets
Goblets of sweet wine on the tabletops
Pungent scent of too much Eu De Toilette
Giggling starlets in slinky tank tops
Music of the ballet floats through the air
A palette of chords and thrumming tones
The hall completely filled with laughing folk
Yet never has she felt so incomplete and alone
Dancing through the night, beyond her lethargy
The yuletide dancer’s energy is depleted
A mere skeleton draped in a satin gown
Sapped by loneliness, longing for a dream now obsolete
Her dancing is an outlet for her grief
To get her through the yuletide of misery
A big part of her life is incomplete
She dances to wash away the memories
Anklets and bracelets of gold
Circlet of violets upon her brow
Dancing in stilettos under the mistletoe
On the dance floor of Chalet Morrow
© Alison Pearce 2008
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Comments: 14
Darcey.
I'm thinking "The Nutcracker" and carolling. I want to get my little 3 year old, Leilani, into some carolling. She would be a blast at it.
This time next year, Ryan shall be readier.