The Marigold Dance: or, Party Pivot [Sonnet]

The dance they did amid the marigolds
was such a captivating sight to see.
It made a storied world of the household,
and it filled hearts and minds with quiet glee.

Their bodies glistening, naked and wild.
They stomped in muddy soil with grubby feet,
and hearts did sing as childlike souls did smile,
and all dancers hinged and moved like athletes.

But with an ankle twist, the party lulled -
one dancer fallen from the frenzied horde.
The momentum was lost, and minds were dulled, 
and musicians played only some sour chords.

The flower petals all began to wilt 
and dancers wandered home in shame and guilt.

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