Hour 7: Fern

She so wanted to dance

To sway to the music in the arms of love

To disturb the air with the swish of her gown

To sail across the floor

Daring new adventures


She didn’t know where to put her hands

What steps to take

How to sit in a chair

So she sat serenely

where mother had put her

In the wallflower corner

In last year’s gown

And sister’s worn shoes

Hugging onto her broken fan

And waiting out the waltz


The music faded into soft noise

Until she stopped hearing it

No one asked her to dance


The end of the waltz

Startled her to wakedness

She had aged into her chair

And there she stayed

‘til the ball was over

’til it all was over


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