Beauty in the Ordinary

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Thursday, September 30, 2010

I Shall Go To The Ball!









Seamus has just flown in from Ireland...

Not one for dancing the night away, Brilliant Husband has gladly aquiesced his position as my escort to The Third Annual Willow Manor Ball.
Seamus has secretly agreed to read his poem, Sunlight, as we drive down 

"There was a sunlit absence.
The helmeted pump in the yard
heated its iron,
water honeyed
in the slung bucket
and the sun stood
like a griddle cooling
against the wall
of each long afternoon.
So, her hands scuffled
over the bakeboard,
the reddening stove
sent its plaque of heat
against her where she stood
in a floury apron
by the window.
Now she dusts the board
with a goose’s wing,
now sits, broad-lapped,
with whitened nails
and measling shins:
here is a space
again, the scone rising
to the tick of two clocks.
And here is love
like a tinsmith’s scoop
sunk past its gleam
in the meal-bin."


Do I notice a slight  twinge of regret that BH is not coming
as I take Seamus' hand, dressed in my fabulous gown






and step into our Bugatti?



(but perhaps it is the car he is pining for!)

No matter...my dancing shoes are calling




Yes Cinderella, you SHALL go to the ball!
See you all tonight!  It's quite a long drive from here to there.  Perhaps I can convince Seamus
to read Lightenings VIII too!

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12 comments:

  1. A most lovely ball gown ... and the shoes are perfection. Add the magic of poetry - it doesn't get better.

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  2. I have always been seduced by poetry Helen...must confess to coveting your red gown.

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  3. Ah, Seamus. I think I may die. Where is the nearest fainting couch?

    (your gown is the envy of all, btw)

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  4. Jacqueline,

    Dance the night away, ah if I could only find an escort myself..

    the ball party looks to be such fun - I must go back now and visit..

    xx

    z

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  5. Hey, Old Grey Mare - not so fast with the 'lack of escort' excuse! I'm not so young myself, or so piebald. I'll give you a turn on the floor just as soon as I've found the bathroom.

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  6. Gorgeous gown! The date enviable!

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  7. So elegant. I saw you across the room and you were positively glowing.

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  8. Hope you had a fairy tale evening and danced the night away, with sparkles a flutter all around you and your beautiful dress. xo

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  9. Your dance card would have been filled in an instant!
    Millie ^_^

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  10. Poetry, dancing, ballgowns and Bugattis? Sounds like perfection! If Seamus is coming my way with the lost glass slipper - tell him my hooves are a large size 7!x

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  11. Oh my goodness! I love your gown!

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