Written for Lexi's Poetry Challenge using her Title Prompt "Dancing Nowhere" |
DANCING NOWHERE Aging hands smooth the wrinkles of a fading blue gown, long wrapped in tissue paper, for years, forgotten. Tonight, in the quietness of her room, she dresses again, as years before she had dressed for the dance, awaiting her first and dearest love. She turns for a brief look in the full-length mirror, shoulder length raven locks, now cut short and turned white, a too-thin woman looking lost. She moves silently to the victrola, antique but still vibrant with sound, finding 'their song' and listening as the music fills the room, bringing life and memories back, if only for a short while. Unseen arms hold her close, gently, and she smiles as she dances nowhere, moving in place to the lilting notes too feeble to twirl and curtsy as once she did, when she was young. The light dimmed as she fell back onto the bed, a smile on her face. They watched as the nurse entered and sounded the alarm to the rest of the house - 'Madame is dead!' The family would be all right. She turned to him, as together they danced to a celestial melody, swaying to the music, laughing, dancing nowhere toward the light. Countrymom 5/3/06 |