Fantasy Ball

come one come all to the fantasy ball

open doors shinning with things old and new

the pulpit is empty, so is the pew

streets are unwinding with this lightning affair

even the squandering elite will all be there

stage coaches cleaned, horses so many

all who are here spent every last penny

the music is loud, pure and strong

knowing no words we all sing along

the tasteful cuisine is something we cherish

for it is all worth it tonight if we perish

the dresses so grand,beauty undefined

never leaving the dance floor to search for wine

along comes a path that can be taken by all

for tickets are free to the fantasy ball

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as long as the carriages don't turn into pumpkins...

and cinderella doesn't get to drunk and lose both shoes.

fun poem..think you meant " open doors shining with things old and new"

but yes, will everyone come to the party? will the elite mingle with the poorer crop?

if only.

glass slippers break so easily.

jacob

[Purplerose]

What a deep poem. I think all of lives in some way are not what we want it to be. :)

[Holly Mason]

thank you much for reading appreciate it

[Lonesome Traveler]

Ahhh this is so soothingly deep when you think about it. The Ball is a wonderful metaphor for life as a whole and how we act and interact. A lovely read