The Yule Ball


Silver sparkles

Lost in a sea of purple fabric

Hair singed straight

Face painted

Laces stealing my breath away


Bittersweet, the hug

From an oft-absent father

The sinking feeling, unsatisfied

Without a clue as to why

Dread mounting, anxiety shouting


“You’ll be the prettiest girl at Prom”


Matte black

Broken by a silver bowtie

Hair combed back

Near and orderly, obscuring

The sea of butterflies I hide



Euphoric, the hug

From the lady I’ll escort

Bright flashes in my eyes

Thumps of congratulations, I am

The lucky man to take the prettiest girl to the ball
“May I have this dance?”


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