A quick llittle poem about Cora attending her first English ball.
The ballroom glowed with warmth,
Gold, and marble glittering in the soft light,
Catching jewels like glimmering stars,
A hundred voices rang against the clicking of heels,
Of shoes against the shining wooden floor,
Of laughter echoing above the crowds,
And the slow waltz of the violins.
She walked into the room tentatively,
Her soft steps lost amidst the hum of noise,
Lost in a blizzard of splendour and a profusion of life,
A life that was new to her, bewildering,
An American Beauty in a display of English Roses.
*American Beauty is a type of rose
(Not inspired by the film 'American Beauty' which I have never watched.)
Thanks for reading!