The Last Dance (revised) for Blogophilia 30.4


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.

The balls of the feet are turned out completely. The heels touch each other and the feet face outward, trying to form a straight line

 

The balls of both feet are turned out completely, with the heels separated by the length of one foot. Similar to first position, but the feet are spread apart

 
 

One foot is in front of the other with the of the front foot touching the middle of the back foot.

 

The feet are placed the same as third position, but one step apart.

 

With both feet touching, the toes of each foot reaches the heel of the other.

 
 
submitted for

Blogophilia 30.4 Topic: “A Nest of Vipers”

Bonus Points:

(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

 

 

 

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26 Responses to The Last Dance (revised) for Blogophilia 30.4

  1. Leta says:

    I saw the movie, haven’t read the novel yet. Your words replayed it in my mind, plie by plie.

    Bravo!! 😀

  2. Leta says:

    Ohh~~ FIRST!!! 😀 😀

  3. liam says:

    heard it was a movie didnt know it was a novel hmm 🙂

  4. clarkster says:

    Very nice. The images flowed through my mind as you described them.

  5. twirling and dancing with glee at this one, got my legs in that position and now i have to try to get them out ~ LMAO, Cute write sassy

  6. Sue… I seriously think this is the absolutely best thing of yours that I have ever read… Honestly, I can’t even think of any suggested changes! …and you know how rare that is for me…

  7. Marvin Martian says:

    *applauds*

    8 points, Earthling!! 😀

  8. Thanks for the pictures! Good blog!

  9. joaniethewriter says:

    I have not read the book yet, but I will! I enjoyed the movie alot! It was fantastic. I feel like the characters portrayed the nest of vipers perfectly! I am glad the help got the respect they deserved.

    You did an outstanding job with the prompts this week!

  10. Oh, i love, love, love this! so well written – great descriptions! 😀

    my fav line; …Bitter on their tongues, they could still taste the gossip that time had not yet obliterated from the musty air…

  11. bluerose says:

    just love how you used the image of a nest of vipers! great descriptions in this write!

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