Ballroom

This is a fun little exercise I like to do to keep my creative juices flowing. When I get writer's block I do little things like watch a few episodes of the latest series I'm binging, try and look at my favorite creators' new posts on Instagram, or even browse pins on Pinterest.

I was perusing through the vast array of pins when I came across one (which I edited promptly) by popular artist, J.C. Leyendecker, and decided, in an attempt to come out of writer's block, to describe the image. Well... it'll start as a description, but let's see where it goes...

Egyptian cotton enfolded. A vision in the shade of a newborn's cheeks. The tips of the ruffled satin touched the carpeted steps. A slow walk, down the steps, hands gliding along the stairway banister. She pauses. The sheen of her golden hair glints through the mesh trappings of the gossamer-like hairnet. Intricate embroidery, offset by the simple elegance. 

Someone who does not need an introduction, yet whose name dances on everyone's lips. In the light of the chandeliered hall, she shines the most. Like a beacon in the sea, guiding lost ships to shore. 

Theatrical yet not overly melodramatic. A woman of few words. Swift and surefooted as she floats on plush carpets, down to the ballroom. Clicking heels, but no sound on the marbled stone... etches left by the milling people. Belle of the ball. Clinking glasses in the surroundings, champagne-infused chatter, French pastries, piled high on plates. 

Stopping.

Stopping.

Stopped.

Silence for the seamy conductor. Violin bows held an inch above the strings for a momentary pause. New couplets formed on the floor. Girls with pretty ribbons in their hair. Boys, clicking their heels in the corner. Slow jazz, building up till it comes to the one smooth crescendo, marking her entrance.

Couples break off, and excited chatter amongst guests. Taking her coat, her gloves, her hand. Leading the way for a new song. Bows meeting strings. And it starts again.