The dress
Wet feet on the mat
cool air meets warm skin
clean fingers touch glass
draw a face with a grin.
In soft cotton blanket
she turns with a stare
the dress she laid out
hanging over a chair.
She wanted to wear it
she knew that she must
yet memories float
all around it like dust.
Was she excited?
Her heart beat thought so…
or is this just dread?
How can her body know?
And would it be wrong
to wear it like this?
Once worn for goodbye
now with hopes for a kiss?
It looked different now
with no tears in her eyes
the bright coloured flowers
tell their happy lies.
No, they’d never meet,
but he could be it…
the dress must decide
whether it’s the right fit.
So, heart missing her,
slips it on to meet him.
She looks at the glass
and she puts on the grin.
The Dress, BM- 10/03/18
As always, any feedback and thoughts are appreciated. I am especially curious to see any reactions to this particular poem as it has a very special place in my heart when I think about my ‘writing journey’, for lack of a less cheesy phrase 😜
Thanks for taking the time to read 💙
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‘Once worn for goodbye
now with hopes for a kiss?’
I loved this poem so much. The ease with which you have weaved a narrative in a lyrical fashion is gorgeous ❤
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thank you so much 💙 means a lot to me
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my pleasure 🙂
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