by Angela McCrossan
The sheer cheek,
The boldness
How daring can you get
To don a gown of red
When there’s work to be done.
The audacity
Outlandish
To arrive flaunting ruby red lips
That pout and purse
Inviting roaming eyes to “take a peek”,
At legs going up –
Who knows where?
But all the way up to the top.
How shocking,
What a disgrace,
Where’s her shame gone?
Under her petticoat
Taffeta swishes
As hips swing
In time with the beat.
There’s a stirring
A bit of a wave
As likeminded spirits
Begin to emerge.
All converge on the dance floor
Wild women as one
What freedom and we’ve only just begun.
