A Ballroom Ballad (updated)

For those subscribed, I know I posted this already, but I needed to make a few adjustments to make it more a ballad, hehe. (Namely with repetition – I hope it doesn’t drone on now :S) Here is my revised version!

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A Ballroom Ballad

A shiny, wooden table stretches wide across the room;
The window shutters closed, the mood’s immersed deeply in gloom.
The polished floor is waiting, the bright streamers are in full bloom;
Incense sticks emanate the soft scent of perfume.

It mixes with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

Everything is waiting for the guests of honor to arrive;
Awaken this still standing scene, make the atmosphere alive.
Here they come now, elegantly stepping down the stairs;
Entering the room, stirring the sweet scented air.

The chatter’s starting up, and finally the fun begins;
The children follow in, adorned with cute childish grins.
Bows and ribbons in their hair, shyly clutching their mom’s dress;
Glancing curiously about, trying not to make a mess.

They gather under the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The table fills, getting heavy with bowls warm and cold;
Tummies rumble for the delicacies that they hold.
But all the pastries and hors d’oeuvres arranged on shiny plates;
Are left untouched for now, as dinner starts only at eight.

The music springs a melody, and feet fill in the beat;
Songs mingle with laughter, carrying all through the street.
Children skip around the room and everyone will dance and sing;
A celebration with no reason, just to mark the start of spring.

They mingle with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

Dress shoes and tall high heels clack over the floor;
Silk and satin pleats give final touch to the decor.
They wave around, brushing on the dark tuxedo suits;
A sharp contrast of bright and black, but pleasant without dispute.

Bodies glide around, everyone in moving synchrony;
Heads bow humbly down, homaging the cordial symphony.
Jewelled beads adorn their necks, making smiles shine;
They circulate the room: the night will surely be divine.

They dance beneath the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The evening moves on, and the time comes at last
For the guests to settle down, for dancing time has passed.
Each one takes a chair, the din slowly dies down;
The food and drinks get quickly passed all around.

Plates are heaped full, stomachs slowly fill as well;
The food is so inviting: a delicious, lovely smell.
Not one person there has hunger that they cannot quell;
The night has arrived, the room under its twinkling spell.

They sit below the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The night grows old, at last the guests begin to take their leave;
The mood still remains joyous, like that of Christmas Eve.
Saying their goodbyes, their dancing feet still sore,
They collect their coats and slowly stream out the front door.

The table now stands bare again, but it’s lonely no more;
For holding this feast was for it far from a chore.
The happy mood did well to quench its own hunger too,
While all around it, sparklers and confetti flew.

Alone now with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

There’s not much disorder, but cleaning’s left for the next day;
The owners are dog-tired – there is nothing left to say.
The day was a success, and the night now serves to rest;
The shining moon and soothing farewells leave them feeling blessed.

Noise drifts off to silence: the bustle ended, so it seems;
But through the night, the happiness lives on in peoples dreams
The table stands still, wishing that it too could smile
It knows the calm won’t last; there will be more parties in a while.

Covered with sweet rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

 

 

 

Note: I know the repetition taken literally isn’t fully logical, because well then the room would have to be full of rose petals, but I was just trying to carry out a sense of calmness and beauty and elegance throughout the whole poem.

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