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the banquet
by Kristina Woodhillthe banquet lasted a full week,
guests coming and going leisurely,
tree canopies shading, a cool summer place to be;
shoulder to shoulder or hunkered over to let the drippings fall,
an enthusiastic jostle didn't require an apology,
a connoisseur's footnote didn't require a thesaurus;
it was a simple gathering, place settings optional;
still, each guest had the close-shaved visage of scrubbed pink veneer
while the gowns and suits were, admirably, the deepest, sleekest black,
a remarkable elevated elegance lent as individuals followed convention,
arms gracefully outstretched in congregational welcome,
floating down the long, long, spiral staircase,
each and every one greeted
by the doe's glassy stare 09/22/2010
Author's Note: Edited -
Posted on 09/22/2010
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/23/10 at 01:13 PM It must have been Bambi's mother providing such an opportunity to introduce her new born. Nicely done lady. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/23/10 at 05:58 PM I was thinking along with George...a wonderful coming out party for elegance and class! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/28/10 at 02:06 AM For some reason penquins come to mind! Whatever, there is definitely a natural elegance! |
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