If a dream was a dance and that
dance was a waltz
I’d be whisked off my feet to the
beat of your pulse:
I would whirl and I’d twirl as we’d
own the dance floor
and my skirt all a-swirl would in-
vite, ‘Just one more…
‘Have this last dance, this last dance, this
last dance with me!’
At the end of which dance you’d bow
down on one knee
as you held out your ring and en-
treated me please
‘Just say yes, only yes, put my
fraught heart at ease!’
And I’d look in the book, in the
book of your eyes
and I’d answer, I’d answer…now,
there’s the surprise!
Written for dVerse
Tonight, Björn is hosting ‘Meeting the Bar‘ and has asked us for a waltz in poetry form, stating specifically:
‘what counts today is the beat. You can use (again) anapests, a variation. Maybe you can listen to a wiener waltz, and imagine dancing around a ballroom… counting one two three.
Let the dance be your poem.’
I have employed anapests to convey the ‘one-two-three’ rhythm of waltz time. Each stanza starts with an ‘up-beat’ (the first two words) after which the waltz time begins. I’ve split the lines to emphasise the ‘one-two-three’ pattern.
Featured image: ‘The Viennese Waltz,’ by Vladimir Peruvinsky, 1957.
And here’s one of my favourite waltzes: