Saturday, 8 November 2008

masked ball

Your festival smile draws us in,
promising pleasure,
a party within
those sparkling eyes offering fun
a hint of mischief
you shine like the sun.
In your special party dress, cut to hug your figure
you dance until the dawn
you embody life and vigour.
Whirling on the dance floor,laughing as you leap
it's only when the ball is over
you allow yourself to weep

2 comments:

JesseTheCat said...

I think this is another one of my favourites :) So,did I hear you saying on facebook something about publishing your writing?? How are things progressing on that?

Toadee said...

thanks Jesse, I had one poem published in an anthology, would like to have more published but it may never happen. We shall see.