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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 lives in La Mirada, California. From her store of vivid memories, she writes a lot about her growing-up years. Originally from New Jersey, she was forever homesick until she joined Donna Hilbert’s poetry workshop in Long Beach. Barbara was the first recipient of the Jane Buel Bradley Chapbook Award for her collection, Jerkumstances (Pearl Editions). Her most recent book is Why I Miss New Jersey.
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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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