wilting wallflower ( for Devon )
The dance hall swirlers, and whirlers,
fast figured the floor.
An additional energy seemed born from theirs
and wrapped itself like streamers around
the happily chaotic stompers and twisters.
With my two left-footed incapability to join them
I could only jealously sit gazing in green wonder
as they, to the flashing fingers of guitarists and blurring drumsticks
went on their rock and roll bebopping way
working themselves into a sweating frenzy.
A lesson needs teaching here, I thought,
placing a metaphorical mortar-board on my head
but before I could imaginatively condemn
their footloose states of happiness
and get them all to understand the physical frustrations and disfunction's
old age can sometimes create
the merry mayhem had ended
floor hoggers stopped their hogging's
and I was left to look more invisible
than the invisible man himself.