Dresses.
Two Poems written at different times about a Dress.
Wedding Dress
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God I am that Little Girl,
Who would be first into that Pretty, White
Wedding Dress
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
called 'Belong'
- that carries a Story and that Song
as yet Unlived like a Hope and a
Wondering
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 &
Hither,
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!
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Romance.
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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
and more
tomorrows than there have ever been in the
World before.
Then I stopped pensive, attentive and
saw -
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.