Poem 52: The Party
The Party
Wishing to dare,
to divine one day
the abyss of leisure,
the secrets of their
nature, I only saw
their importance,
the party, with their
wandering pleasures.
Solemn hands
made gestures of
mystery the theme
magnified, mild.
They bestowed smiles
on affairs, flirted with
--and sang to--
languidly gallant actors
closely connected
with the clique.
Perceptible, spirits
appeared to give
vivacity, to influence
souls particularly summoned,
unlikely to return.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
(Having nothing to do with this poem... Just a memory of a lovely day I want, always, to remember that way.)
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