Boom

Maya weekly challenge poem 2. Thank you. I am not sure if I'm supposed to do this for four days or just once but here goes.

Boom😃

She swallowed, but her mouth was dry with fear
Upon her hair, sticky though salon groomed
The flowers already sweaty drooped like heavy tears,
Her stomach churning with fierce hopes and dreams
She smiled an uneven slash a painted pout
unseemly smeared upon her lips
Failing to bloom in her frozen eyes.
Unease writ clear though her posture lied.

She clumsily entered into the ballroom of her dreams
Where dazzling angels in flowing gowns floored mere mortals
Streaming in, cheeks and face glowing bare shoulders
Shining like polished alabaster in baroque dreams.

Her heart thumped too loud announcing her
Fright and emphasizing her mousy insignificance.
Cinderellas with Godmothers make
Good fairy tales
But don't make for a suitable entrance
at such illustrious balls.

Beige and brown blur, as she danced when finally asked
Collapsing with triumphant heart dizzy with silent joy
The caged topazes of her eyes finally lit
Like Venetian chandeliors set
With semi precious stones.

That night her hand was sought by one
Whose Heart danced with her delight
And the saga of forty odd years was laid in stone
Once upon two score years,
At a Vanity fair ball.

Tonight she rocks a grandson upon her knees
Still relates that ancient tale,
the family legacy and talisman of continuity
Of how Grandpa was won by her simple charms
over more elaborate Angels on parade.

And has a soft throwback that releases those
caged topazes once more
to wondrous melting amber shades
Another sinuous long embrace with his manly shadow
In her long gone static past.
A silent movie reel that loops back in endless thread.

Time the devourer sits devoured in her emptied
Coffee cup.
She has still some time left
To kiss his funeral urn
Longing for their mortal dust to rejoin and rejoice
While pretty angels roam in lust eternally.

©Amrita Valann 2015