Beautiful, haunting and romantic Poetry!
And here we are
High in the house
Locked and shuttered in the disappointment room*
While from far below
The laughter and music drifted up
And we knew that crystal chandeliers hung
Casting light and warmth
Over our elders while they danced at the ball
And we could imagine the wine in sparkling glasses
And see the taste, and feel it spilling down our parched throats
So we held each other close
And danced in the dust.
*A room, usually on the top floor of the house, where mentally disabled or mentally ill children were kept during the 1800-1900s to remain out of the public eye.