Friday, October 13, 2006

Dizzy Dance

Dizzy Dance.

by Glenda K. Fralin

Do you remember the dizzy dance?

Grandmother’s floor waxed to high shine.

Shoes off, in stocking feet,

the dining table pulled away.

Grandma plugged in that old phonograph

and on went tunes from ‘South Pacific’

or ‘Brigadoon’. Then we would

whirl and whirl in circles so fast,

till our bottoms met the floor.

Like clumsy ballerinas we’d fight to gain our balance

then skate and spin till we fell again

a festival of hapless vibrant talent.


Anonymous said...

I enjoyed the poems on your site. Followed the link from WF.

Good luck with your writing.

Glenda_Fralin said...

Thank you very much. I'm glad you linked from WF, it lets me know that people are checking my blog out through the links.