At The Ball

She can navigate a crowd
with the skill of a trained
debutant –able to juggle
conversation, gossip,
introductions, new
acquaintances and

old friends — but with
darting eyes and
trembling knees. Like
a fawn, ready to bolt
the meadow at the sight
of the hunter…

and there he was, framed
by the doorway,
watching her every
move.

She froze.

Crowd around the bar

Crowd around the bar (Photo credit: avlxyz)

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Three Word Wednesday: Fawn, navigate, juggle.

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8 Comments

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8 responses to “At The Ball

  1. This prompt has produced some amazing work – not least from you. But I’ve read so many good ‘uns today.

  2. well done .Great use of the prompts.

  3. Loved the metaphor of the fawn…and the ending!

  4. leahJlynn

    That has got to be an scary feeling, I wouldn’t like. great job on expressing this nervousness

  5. The imagery created by your words is magnificent.

  6. Shawna

    “and there he was, framed
    by the doorway,
    watching her every
    move.

    She froze.”

    Whew. That’s hot.

  7. Great capture of a moment! You have made an excellent poem of the prompt-words!

  8. Wow, I like your approach, Mark, the comparison or metaphor with in the woman to the fawn. Nice job!

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