New Year

And so we associate ourselves with
People we would not normally mix with,
Sharing canapés and cocktails
In past colonial splendour that
Does appear rather obsolete now.

It is in such frivolous mood that we
Enter these festivities with a fervour
Our shoes clicking on the floors
As swirling chandeliers waft down
Streamers that look like silver rain.

A man sits at the piano playing
Seasonal love songs to matrons
Intent on flirting and fitted into
Frocks that strain their corsages as
They smooth wrinkled silk over hips.

We dance and mingle our effervescent
Selves bubbling with the spirit
That we so determinedly acquire
To be squired on the dance floor
With a stockbroker from Hull.

At midnight we link arms with
Those swaying chums and exchange
Fiery kisses that in the morning we
Would wish had been just
That slightly less effusive.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-12-19 at 10:42

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
well i too like the poemand can relate to the last bit when i lost cxount of the girls i waited and wished would kissa me because they likesd me and not to meet the spirit of the occasion

I mean to say never pinched to many bottoms in the clinches or got my face slapped i just wanted a partivular girl to kiss me

as if she meant it
lololol
a very poignant and bitter sweet poem brilliant images Elle

to Auld lang Synne

rgds Michael
2007-12-19