Dance Floor

A Poem by Andrea

based off an image

The eighties dance floor lit up bright
    checkered orange and pink
        stretching past the horizon
            looking so inviting
                yet stood without dancers
                    music filled the air
in the form of purple and pink stripes
    red and blue bubbles
        and orange squiggles.
            And every moment had it's star,
                standing out from the rest.
Where massive red flowers
    rose like fire
        and triangle rainbow lights
            lit up the room.
                So bright. until all you could see
                    were circles,
            and then you saw the eyes.
Lushes lashes.
    circus tent irises
        cut out, pitch black pupils
            staring at a lonely dance floor.