inspiration from the novel The Help
Pink cheeks of day blushed through the blue night to smile into morning.
Under their feet, pavement heat was set to ‘toast’ and would rise to ‘broil’ too soon.
Like the Lord of the land, the grande olde hotel loomed proudly on the hill.
Through the kitchen five women entered.
As they trudged indoors they knew their starchy, white dresses would turn grey by day’s end. Their feet already ached; their backs, too soon stooped
Buckets filled with rags, sponges, vinegar and soap rattled and clanked with each step taken.
The oaken front doors taboo, for their kind.
Ahead of them lay the ballroom, empty and tired, like themselves.
Lipsticked blue napkins fluttered in the breeze with the group’s movement into the great room. Like wisps in the air, the smell of stale perfume lingered.
And in their imaginations, they could still hear the rich blue gowns’ dainty swish and ghostly fragments of words and music.
“May I have this dance?”
“Oh, Sir, you make me blush.”
And, like bells, tinkles of false smiles.
Bitter on their tongues, they could still taste the gossip that time had not yet obliterated from the musty air.
The night before, the ‘ladies of society’, though more like a Nest of vipers, had danced their ballet of half truths and misconceptions, plié by plié.
On the ceiling, the chandeliers hung just slightly askew. And the formerly pristine, white table cloths now polka dotted with every hue. Delicate iron chairs scattered around the huge room, all for reasons unknown.
Chairs that would never afford them a well deserved rest.
Flowers, last night, bright and sweet, now drooped in defeat, brown and dying. The ladies nodded “Mm Hmm”.
The floor scuffed and dull.
(and they say we would make such a mess)
The bathrooms stripped of their polish and larger than their homes. Seats, again taboo, to ‘their kind’.
When the women, their hands rubbed raw and red, their backs stooped another degree, retreated through the kitchen door hours later, the grande ballroom of the grande olde hotel was again sparkly and new, ready for the next dance. though their feet would never waltz on this perfect floor.
The heat of the day, that they had missed, now settled back into the ground to sleep and, like them, to repeat the whole thing all over again in a few hours.
Blogophilia 30.4 Topic: “A Nest of Vipers”
(Hard, 2pts): do 3 pliés each in a different position (example: You can do plies in either multiple “positions” – feet together and parrellel, feet together and turned out, and so on).
(Easy, 1pt): mention the word ‘blue’ three times