a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Night of Dance

He called himself Jesse James
I said I was Belle Star
His leather vest and old fashioned tie
Didn't tell me differently

We waltzed
My feet never touched the floor
His eyes never left my face
He said I danced beautifully for an outlaw

He swore I must be royalty
As he swept me around the floor
No backwoods girl
Could dance so well

We never returned to our tables
Dance after dance
We were lost in the music
And in each others arms

The night ended
Much to our regret
The gentleman bowed
And I curtsied

We parted
Jesse and I
Never to know real names
Always remembering the music

For Poetry Jam  Poetry of Dance and sharing with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

28 comments:

Susan Kane said...

Poor Belle--at least she had the dance to remember.

Nicely done, Gail!

Mary said...

I have had similar experiences in the distant past, thought I really connected with someone while doing 'the dance,' but then at the end of the evening, that is all there was...and though it was sad at that time, it was all part of the dance of life. And....no regrets. But know that your poem resonated, captured something.....

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

My dates never even got that far.

Brian Miller said...

smiles....the night i met my wife i told her my name was roman...haha...oy the mystery would be a bit much for me...but that dance def can get you caught up in the moment...

Lynne said...

Memories . . . of a great night . . . dance.

alan1704 said...

Not everyone dances with Jesse James, great poem and i look that romantic mystery, a night to remember. Love it.

The Unknowngnome said...

I felt the floating in this. Nice.

Panchali said...

That was Soul-dancing...very creative piece.Lovely...

Manzanita said...

I feel that spring is in the air
When poets write with such a flair
They speak of love they never knew
Like a thief at night away he flew
What a blessing not a pox
You'll avoid washing his dirty sox

Buttons said...

Oh I like this and I am smiling at Alex's comment:) B

Sandra said...

this is really COOL! love it... i can see them dancing in my head....

Coloring Outside the Lines said...

You surely do have a way with words, Gail!

Deb said...

Love it... You can really connect with someone when you dance

Kim Nelson said...

You have described a perfect night! Lots of flirting, dancing, enjoyment of company. I love the feeling here.

Laurie Kolp said...

Reminds me of a fairy tale... sounds like a dreamy night.

Primitive Stars said...

Always loved the name Jesse James, great dancing, Francine.

Farm Girl said...

So pretty and such nice descriptive words.

McGuffy Ann said...

Very imaginative and well done!

Josie Two Shoes said...

What a lovely memory to treasure! This was written so well that I suspect you might have a special memory or two of your own from the past! :-)

Peggy said...

What a memorable evening--and conveyed so well here. A charmer on the dance floor--perhaps you had him at his best and the rest would have been a disappointment! LOL

Dreaming said...

I love it! I can just see them dancing... and never communicating who they really were.

Michaele said...

This is just wonderful!

I guess if I were to have written it it would have involved a lot of alcohol. It was only way that I (thought) I could dance.

Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said...

Awww, two lost souls on the dance floor to never meet again. Sigh!

Great job!

Have a blessed evenin' sweetie...tomorrow...shorts...I'm thinkin'!!! :o)

LindaG said...

Good little piece, Gail. :o)

Sue said...

Loved this slice of life and nostalgia. Another good one!

=)

Mary Ann Potter said...

Ah. The purity and the pain of memory. This was so well done!!!

Poet Laundry said...

Oh this was a fun twirl! :-)

Sheri Fresonke Harper said...

Enjoyable, such fun and then gone. Its wonderful how you capture an instance that you will always retain.

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