Going ga-ga having spent the day viewing nursing homes... This dribbled out of my brain tuning in to one dear old lady's demented ramblings... enough to make you weep. Never mind... perhaps the sun will have his hat on tomorrow (see, what did I tell you??!!) :)) K xx

DANCE


She asked if he would like to dance with her.
He was silent –
it wasn’t something he had thought about;
wasn’t sure why or what good it would do.
Besides, it might expose her to hazards:
potential fractures or the intrusion of preying eyes.
She didn’t think she was either
glass or an endangered species,
but she married him anyway.
Years later, he became used
to her waking in the morning
looking drained, listless and with a stiff neck.
His puzzlement deepened when he discovered
she slept with a crystal slipper under her pillow.
It convinced him he had been right about the dancing
all along.