She danced

 

She danced away the afternoon

With men who, in another life,

Might land a spacecraft on the moon.

 

The world was simple then. A slew

Of tranquillised delights calmed nerves.

Our cares were solvable, and few.

 

Celebrities would saunter past;

Some boy performed his turn. The troops,

Reluctant, waited for the blast,

 

Eyes closed and fingers in their ears.

The wounded crawled, to not disturb

The party, going on for years.

 

With muscles oiled, torso waxed,

She took amusement in her stride,

Among the dead and lightly taxed.

 

And bowed to government’s firm hand,

And bolted doors and tapped bare feet

To tunes of some imagined band.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 4th Jan 2022 21:34

Thanks to John and Telboy. I'm glad you found it stimulating, however stimulated you already were! In the end, I suppose one can look at this poem in many ways and it is fascinating to learn how others see it.

Thanks to KJ, Julie, Stephen A., Rudyard and Pete for the likes.

Telboy

Mon 3rd Jan 2022 21:32

I imagine 'she' as a clockwork dancer who witnesses various historical events.

Mind you, I have had a couple of drinks.

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John Botterill

Mon 3rd Jan 2022 20:56

A fascinating poem, Stephen. I found it very challenging yet entertaining. Thank you.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 3rd Jan 2022 17:52

Many thanks, Keith and John. I appreciate your kind comments. When I look at this again, it is open to many interpretations. The 'simpler life' of the sixties and seventies is certainly one of them. It is certainly set in the past, but when, and where? I suppose I should know, but I don't, not really.

Many thanks to Nigel, Stephen, Holden, Jimakos and Ursula for liking this poem.

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John Coopey

Sun 2nd Jan 2022 20:56

Intriguing, Stephen. I can't help placing it in a 60's/70's context when life seemed to be simpler to ageing gits like ourselves.

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keith jeffries

Sun 2nd Jan 2022 18:47

An entrancing poem.
Thank you
Keith

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