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Grandma said she was kicked out
of dance halls
when she was a young girl
with another friend
for spinning.
Two girls entwine
as they spin like tops
around the waxed wood flooring.
Giggling, they circle
around and around the hall
without a care whether
they look rowdy,
or might knock
into other dancers.
Too young to think
about consequences,
they are dizzy with delight,
hair wispy and damp.
Feet fly over the floor,
skirts lifting
with the twirling.
Chased out of the dance hall,
they laugh and float
into the night,
voices echoing
in the dark empty street.
They spin around
the lamplight,
whirling all the way home.
This poem first appeared in Westview: A Journal of Western Oklahoma (2006),
Used here with the author's permission.
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Barbara Eknoian writes poetry, novels, and short stories. Her work has appeared in numerous venues and her latest book is More Jerkumstances, New & Selected Poems. Barbara lives in La Mirada, California with her daughter, grandson, and two cats;
she says the younger one keeps the family on their toes because she's full of mischief!
        
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peninsulapoet:
Who wouldn't love to be "dizzy with delight"?
Posted 07/29/2015 08:07 AM
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jtmilford:
Pure giddy happiness. Great poem!
Posted 07/27/2015 07:54 PM
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barbsteff:
I get it! Good job.
Actually, today, July 27, is National Creme Brulee Day, according to television. Yay!
Posted 07/27/2015 10:06 AM
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KevinArnold:
Fun.
"Too young to think
about consequences,
they are dizzy with delight,"
Posted 07/27/2015 08:21 AM
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TheSilverOne:
Pure joy! Youth, and it's innocent pleasures.
Posted 07/27/2015 07:55 AM
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Katrina:
Gorgeous.
Posted 07/27/2015 03:52 AM
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