Wedding Invitation
I’m of an age that I remember gloves
worn by women draped in brocaded folds,
at proms and parties, or weddings, in love
with elegance and formal, spangled clothes.
How I adored dressing up for weddings,
feeling beautiful, eager to discover
a mate among guests and distant cousins.
Magic in the music, a dance partner
who might take this moment to connect
and have the old tradition say, Correct!
Across the ballroom, our eyes might meet,
while dancing he’ll whisper something sweet.
Entranced by the seduction of a dance,
I believed love could grow from just one glance.
Joan Mazza worked as a medical microbiologist, psychotherapist, and taught workshops on understanding dreams and nightmares. She is the author of six self-help psychology books, including Dreaming Your Real Self (Penguin/Putnam). Her work has appeared in Atlanta Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, Italian Americana, Poet Lore, Slant, The Nation, The Comstock Review, and elsewhere. She lives in rural central Virginia.
I’m of an age that I remember gloves
worn by women draped in brocaded folds,
at proms and parties, or weddings, in love
with elegance and formal, spangled clothes.
How I adored dressing up for weddings,
feeling beautiful, eager to discover
a mate among guests and distant cousins.
Magic in the music, a dance partner
who might take this moment to connect
and have the old tradition say, Correct!
Across the ballroom, our eyes might meet,
while dancing he’ll whisper something sweet.
Entranced by the seduction of a dance,
I believed love could grow from just one glance.
Joan Mazza worked as a medical microbiologist, psychotherapist, and taught workshops on understanding dreams and nightmares. She is the author of six self-help psychology books, including Dreaming Your Real Self (Penguin/Putnam). Her work has appeared in Atlanta Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, Italian Americana, Poet Lore, Slant, The Nation, The Comstock Review, and elsewhere. She lives in rural central Virginia.
