The Feathered Fan
A beautiful fan of many a hue,
Feathers adorn it when opened, so
gently cooling the air with a graceful swoop,
When your subtle wrist moves to and fro.
Was Mamgu’s fan when she was young,
When to a ball she did go.
Hiding her face in a coy pose,
Yet eyeing you slyly, thinking, you didn’t know.
Gracefully dancing eyes lowered to the ground,
Fan to her face to hide the smile,
When dancing a cotillion with partners of four
Hands just touching heart racing a mile.
The fan held the key to their romance
Sliding it to her cheek she was saying, “I want you”
Holding it opened, covering the mouth.
“I belong to no-one, am here for you”..
Feathers
Penned 05/08/2014
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