Two Poems written at different times about a Dress.
God I am that Little Girl,
Who would be first into that Pretty, White
and who wore Grandmas Pink Petticoat
Crinoline - at the age of five or less?
Approaching another Era now - I wear that
dress as the White of my Skin,
still a Virgin,
What a Strange & Crazy World we Live in!
When I first Met you & our eyes Locked
into a Trancelike State
A Thousand Years of Waiting disappeared
down my Throat.
A Voice of Colour, hidden Immediately by
a Secret and a Song,
Feel you now only Simply - with a
thought, or a-something, from the City
- that carries a Story and that Song
as yet Unlived like a Hope and a
with a Bell tied to its Waist -
'Family' their tricks & works of
Preservation carried down the Lines into
the History of Today
'I don't know anymore' &
'there is never enough to say'
Yet when I glance at my hands - White
-washed in the Mirror
and Recollect the Rhythms
made with my Cleaning there &
there is something deeper that
leaves a Sound and I become
that little Girl again - & Found
In a Pink Crinoline, White-washed, Bled and Lived in
like a dress that my Mother's made,
to turn Black and Sin in!
Hanging from the Ceiling, in my best Dress -
My Head drooping, clicked another time
before I fell to the Floor.
skirts around me - I bleeding at his feet,
He held out his hands and dragged me
up to a Hearts Beat -
And I lost Myself in his Kiss
And my Vision lept to an Abyss.....
Of Space and Time and Stars and Colour
tomorrows than there have ever been in the
Then I stopped pensive, attentive and
The whole of Myself as I've never Seen Before
Like a Painting stuck, now in time, like
something that you'd never think
yourself to Draw.
Silent and Strangely wanting so much More -
Blue Running Rivers - Blood turned Raw...
I Slid back down to the Floor.