Memories

I step through the grand gold doors,

 

I set down my gift,

Silently walking down dusty corridors,

Covered in beautiful tapestries.

 

I enter the cobwebbed ballroom,

My feet sending grey clouds into the air,

I have no music,

No ball gown,

I have a detriment.

 

I pick up my imaginary chartreuse,

I close my eyes,

And remember.

 

A splendid ballroom,

Glowing with burnished golden walls,

The King and Queen watching with pride

As their daughter swirls around the polished floor.

BANG!!

 

A door shuts suddenly,

Footsteps creak along the floor,

I see it, a flicker,

A disturbance in the air,

A verisimilitude of my imagination.

 

It spins around me.

Vanishing the dust.

Bringing back the warmth and laughter,

Of long ago times.

Author's Note

I couldn't make the spacing go normal, sorry

Reviews

[Freeminded]

I don't feel this poem is finished...what is the thing of your imagination??
And the BANG!! I sort of feel loses the mooooooooood
I like the first three lines very much :) Well done