There’s magic in the air tonight
and it’s transformed my Mum
into someone from a fairy tale.
She’s going dancing with Dad.
He came home on a 24 hour pass –
has to go back in the morning.
Mum put her hair up, made up her face,
put on her posh pre-war frock –
fine black silk velvet, princess line
with bare back and a flare at the hem
that swishes and swirls as she moves.
Dad wears Airforce blue.
They give us a whirl to show their skill,
and set off in a waft of Evening in Paris
to have some fun.
Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryout this week has a theme of clothing, giving lots of leeway, so there’ll be some interesting poetry if you pop in here Evening in Paris was a popular cheap scent in the 40’s. I wonder if it can still be found.