Inside we’re all still sixteen,
dancing to Rock Around the Clock.
Outside we hobble
our (plural) chins wobble -
who cares.
We begin the beguine,
the dance of the era
our parents were young
it’s all a chimera.
We straighten our form,
and kick up a storm
as, abandoned, we fling
limbs hither and yon
in a gay attempt at rebirth,
to tie one on.
This piece of nonsense is for http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/ who gave us a picture prompt of two old folk plodding away from each other with sticks while the shadows on the wall were of a young couple dancing. I couldn’t get this to stick on the Poetic Bloomings site.
Poetic justice?Also posted at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/?zx=b5584de227c1b80e
Love the image of plural chins.
Suggest the last line needs another word or two as it ends abruptly – unless that was the intention? And it doesn’t make sense in the sentence as a whole – maybe needs ‘to’?
I’ve changed it, though it still doesn’t make much sense. To tie one on is a Jock-ish Scottishism, to have a ball, get drunk, let it all hang out – or words to that effect.
Well done. Though in my case, I was never 16 — not even when I was 16.
This is a wonderfully joyful dance of life, Viv!! Dance on!!
This is a picture sure to make each reader smile…in admiration:) I hope it works to post on poetic bloomings! thank-you for sharing.
The image in my head is making me chuckle. Lovely.
And now, Rock Around the Clock is rocking around in my brain. Fun post, Viv.
“We straighten our form,
and kick up a storm
as, abandoned, we fling
limbs hither and yon
in a gay attempt at rebirth,
tie one on.” What a fantastic ending!
I really loved this!