June 29th, 2020Parties

A party used to be called a do.

What do you do at a party? Chat,

drink, flirt, dance…Da do doo ron?

A party used also to be called a turn.

What turns? You, maybe, as you swirl?

Or your behaviour, not at work or home.

A party sets you a-part,

adrift from customary habits.

Your job now is to socialise.

Parties were the best fun

before food got involved.

Eating was cheating back in the day.

Food should be incidental at a party

or spontaneously called for, late,

laughter the craving to slake.

Parties these days are verboten.

The very idea of clamour is fading.

Music has lost its dance dimension.

Good parties gathered their own

momentum, created circumstances

for doing and turning.

May they yet re-turn.  (Bill Wootton)

Bill Wootton has attended many turns and hopes to live long enough to attend some more.

Poems for Local Lines come predominantly from a group of poets. However, other locals who would like a poem considered for publication can contact Bill Wootton cottlesbreedge@gmail.com