Invitation to the Dance 

Quickstep

Outside the Plaza Ballroom

Her face a masque

Under lamplight

She waits.

Tic-tac of stiletto,

Steel tipped counterpoint,

Plays against the strains

Of big-band jazz.

 Foxtrot

I’ve seen you before

Padding over this  road

A gentleman, of sorts

With your urban nonchalance.

No moon this night,

But a glint of sharp light

Falls on your path.

Your coat the colour of shadow,

Lost in the dusky monochrome

Of a summer evening.

 

Last Waltz

And I remember;

Your face a fading icon

From black and white years

Of old news. Or a poem

Whose end I cannot change.

Cannot help you now

As the world fades.

and the light goes out,

In the lamp black street