AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Masonic Christmas Party 2006

The lodge in harsh flourescent light
is hung with tired pre-loved tinsel
and orange vinyl chairs sit side by side
in even rows and trestle tables laid

with paper cloths are red and green
and chipped glass bowls hold chips
and nuts and brightly colored sweets
and cans of coke and lemonade

The room fills up with suited men in ties
and wives in fancy frocks and pearls
The women gather awkwardly in groups
The men stand with their cans of beer

A five-piece band plays swing
and rock-n roll with equal verve
The pianist young with Liberace flare
The others play in tune and laugh a lot

At eight o'clock the supper is announced
The men and women form a tidy line, which
shuffles past the salads, chicken, ham
and cutlery like porcupines in jars

And then the couples make their way, in
ones and twos toward the polished boards
George is blind. His wife, a large and loving
woman guides him deftly across the floor

At nearly eighty four Bill Blood is slight
with light grey shoes and awful greasy hair
He holds his dumpy mottled little wife
with confidence and graceful easy flare

The other couples shuffle back and forth
some in, some out of time, all comfortable
The band plays numbers everybody knows
and those still seated nod their drowsy heads

At ten o'clock the raffle draw's announced
and patrons view their tickets blue and green
and happy winners rise and make their choice
from awful gifts gift-wrapped upon the table.

It's late before we bid our fond farewells
to gentlemen who gather once a month
and share Masonic camaraderie
that happily inspired this little poem.

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Comments (12)

Ineteresting recounting of a night of festivity. Bravo Allie! Hugs, Dee
I guess this will trigger some memory in just about everyone. I've certainly been to a place that comes to mind.
I'm clicking 'send this poem as an e card' for my dad - who will probably offer you a rather tickly handshake in return; -) Great write Allie, and very well captured. Hugs Anna xxx
I even had myself sporting the tie as I queued and shuffled my way through these humble and endearing proceedings Allie. I checked out the cutlery and kept an eye on old Bill Blood, admiring his 'grace' and 'flair' - that generation could really move..! This has an air of an age that's slipping away from us for good. A brilliantly rendered portrait, though moving, engrossing and ultimately saddening. x jim
Sounds like they left the decorations up from Christmas 2005, or was it 1955? A timeless piece about a disappearing age. Beautifully presented Allie.
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