Dancing Through Centuries

I waltz across my bedroom floor,
tripping over Nike slides and fat anthologies,
eyes closed,
a blanket draped over my elevated arms,
humming the tune of Danse Macabre,

the sounds of another century,
the sounds of another world.

I am not surrounded by mess,
by piles of novels,
by abandoned mechanical pencils,
or lumps of dirty clothes,
no, I am surrounded by

the soft clanks
of heels gliding across the marble floor,
by flowing gowns bouncing
with the figure inside of them,
by silk gloves and a symphony,
by the sipping of glasses,

yes.
Perhaps I was born at the wrong time.

Libby Northup is 15 years old and is dual enrolled at the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts and the International High School of New Orleans. She loves writing anything, but especially poetry!