Wood floor wax clings to sheen on laces, toes and wheels:
Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat!
Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
Sequins sparkling:reflections on the walls
And ceilings glitter-mirrored balls.
The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The disco, waltz and tango choreography
With drums and bass polyphony.
The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat
Alive, amidst the blur of speed, the lycra shimmer suit
Mirrored on my skate, the dusty toe of roller boot!
11/7/12
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Jeanne
Nov 07, 2012 @ 09:37:51
Brilliant!
Nov 07, 2012 @ 09:55:56
Jeanne
One of my birthdays was with 7 girl friends at the skating rink. Thanks for stirring memories.
Nov 29, 2012 @ 13:58:34
Nice! This poem makes me wish I had been able to rollerskate as a kid. It sounds like so much fun!
Jul 12, 2013 @ 10:46:50
Yet another delightful surprise from my surprising friend, Jeanne. Thank you!