Every Saturday at noon we sat in front of the RCA
watching American Bandstand. At times we joined
in the fun, doing the twist and jitterbug until
gasping for breath we dropped to the orange shag.
That day was no different, except for the rain
pouring down on the roof like a bathtub faucet.
Mom and Dad sipped on Mimosas while playing
honeymoon bridge at the kitchen table. Sausage
sizzled on the gas stove like Jiffy popcorn,
twisted cigarette smoke into hot grease signals
while we danced along with Dick Clark, oblivious
to the spark that would soon chase us into the rain.
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oy hopefully it did not burn the house down...nice capture of a moment...
Excellent! I too hope the house didn't burn down!
In the face of what can go wrong at the stove, things appear to be under control.Great verse!
I like this, Laurie. You create a wonderful picture and then give us just a hint of what came next. DO hope it didn't turn out to be too serious.
I like the way you captured the nostalgic mood of the moment.. the inference that a spark may have ended it all, reminds me that it is Time, which will incinerate all such moments, with only the ashes of memory to show they ever happened.
Wow Laurie, so vivid and full of life. I was in the living room dancing with you! I loved Bandstand ;D
I hope this really didn't happen, the spark that is?!
Well Done and such a play on words!
Thanks... and yes, this is fiction.
A lovely write from you full of vivid pictures, glad it was fiction~!
My teen told me she was 'old enough' and ought to be allowed by now to make her own pancakes. I told her to go ahead and clean up the mess after her. 5 min later walked into the kitchen to see the frying pan smoking! You know, just before they catch fire! ... Hmm... I'm back to making them myself again but will teach her how (even though she already KNOWS) *rolls eyes!
there is a common theme in this poem with your previous poem "oblivious". this time the setting is a cozy family home, not JFK. there is always a real danger of being absentminded. and when kids are around, no one can be forgiven a lapse of mind. this is such a beautiful descriptive poem with that spark of danger embedded inside.
So glad yours is fiction.
Mine happens to be non-fiction this time, so I did wonder.
I am up 2 1/2 hours after bedtime, because I had so much to say about this prompt. (I didn't say it all.)
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A snapshot in three stanzas... :)
A story told so well...
You set this scene so well. I remember the old RCA, and American Bandstand. Sigh. Great nostalgic poem.
you take me back to a different era with this. i love the mood. the sentence featuring sizzling sausage and jiffy popcorn and twisted cigarette smoke into hot grease signals was a beautiful twisting dance move itself.
Really vivid and nostalgic.
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