Junior Prom
Remember your first ball gown floating in the light
of the high school gymnasium, lit up for the night
with stars bound up in streamers and even paper trees
wound around the trellises, leaves swaying in the breeze.
Bare shoulders on each teenage girl, stiff collars on each date
as they enter the prom’s runway with their chosen mate.
Rhinestone crowns fixed firmly to each mounded lock,
with pins that soon go flying to the strains of “Jailhouse Rock.”
Young spirits cool and groovy–feeling they might freak
decades before their need to present themselves as chic.
That one night of fantasy of all nights in the year––
slow music your permission to draw each other near.
For the Sunday Whirl, the words are: remember gown ball runway floating light mound crown bare chic stars spirit
This really is a photo of my junior prom. I’m the one in the shocking red dress and red heels! Looks like everyone else chose pastels and white shoes.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I prefer the red dress!!
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That was such a pretty dress. Wish I had a better photo of it. It was a different age. I didn’t even have a photo taken with my date that year and can’t remember who he was!!!
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Me, too..
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Judy,
You used a different palette even then from the ordinary or expected . The artist in you was evident.
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I was thinking about that when I saw this photo. I can’t remember ever wanting to look like everyone else. I always chose clothes because I loved them–not because they were the style.
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Looking great Judy
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This is lovely Judy. A night to remember indeed
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