Inspired by Theodore Roethke’s ‘My Papa’s Waltz’
He joined the family waltz The day that he was born; With playful somersaults, Toots ringing from his horn. He balance stepped with Life, His "corner" on his left; Tunes sweetly played by fife, His fingers small and deft. Twirled then towards the right, Suddenly out of breath; It gave him such a fright, Cold, pallid mask of Death. Then to the left again, He danced with Life once more; Slim healthy boy of ten, Gliding across the floor. But to the right he turned, Faint, drawn by Death's embrace; He shaking, then concerned, Legs rooted to their place. The young man recovered, Danced two waltz tours with Life; Though Death always hovered, He found himself a wife. Danced all the way around Through all of life's stages; Steps elegantly wound, Danseur at all ages. And finally, he smiled; She gently squeezed his hand; An old man, not a child, The music had been grand.
The d’Verse prompt: ‘Waltzing’
At d’Verse, we were instructed to take a look at waltz. In waltz, one counts to three. We were to reflect upon the “beat” of a poem in the same way we do with music and make some effort counting to three.
If you’re curious, you can read more about this prompt.