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.
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The scene is vivid and moves because, as you said, you dashed it down. That suits. I can feel the moment.
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This is gorgeous, Viv.
My parents were married 50 years two summers ago, and for a little family gathering, I gathered photos. One of them in their courting days just tickled me pink…to see my amazing nothin’-but-bluejeans-now Mama in a party dress, and my handsome Daddy in Airforce blues. Sigh. Thank you for bringing back this memory. Lovely.
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Sigh and goosebumps, Viv…this is exquisite, truly. 🙂
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THIS is the lovely memory 😀
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WP just told me off: You are posting comments too quickly. Slow down.
I kid you not x
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I’ve had that, frequently on the Writers Digest site.
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Lovely memory, Viv. I feel as though I was there with you. Sigh.
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Oh gosh, I do love this. It’s just wonderful.
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