Dancing in the Moonlight
Dancing in the Moonlight
He loves her –
her red bonnet
identical
matching strands
of hair.
He loves the
way she moves,
dancing –
his red
whiskers tickle
her freckled
face.
She watches him,
while he flirts
beneath the brim
of his straw hat.
She twists her
body to the left,
needing not his
tender touch.
He wraps his
arms about her
waist…
while touching
bows, ribbons
and petticoats.
He kicks his
feet pebbles
they fly…
lifting sand
into the air.
She, listens
to a crowd laugh –
reckless as they
clap, cheer, gulp
beer, in midnight
air – knowing how
life will be
on Friday.
Nancy,
Thid is…Bedecked in an array of exuberantly ebuliant & subtle yet celebrated briliance dripping from each eartickling syllable.
vr,
mr.j
Although I am not sure where embarrassing for women comes into play, perhaps you can expand your reply? I believe the scene of two people, one not sure if she loves him, and one sure of love – maybe where you are coming from, but not sure. This is in the 1800’s when women were women and nothing more. Sincerely, Nancy
Dear MrJ
I am pleased that you were with me, regarding the moment. You are so right when you feel subtle words, voices, and actions. And then again, it was a different age, wasn’t it? Thanks so much. Nancy
I loved this, Nancy. It’s so visual and so beautifully written. Thanks for sharing it.
Simplicity in life, simplicity in love…Her attention distant while he is so close in heart, face to face as described; wondering if the shuffling from his touch is crowd initiated; for long ago women were more careful of morals and how they were portrayed by others eyes. This is nice, soft, and direct; leaving one wondering where her heart truly is!
WOW I love those reviews, and they mean so much to me. Thanks to you both for sharing. Love having you read my work… Sincerely Nancy