Moods conspire in visions

Floor length gowns and dripping jewels

Or handmaid shift with a smudge of grit

For a life hard lived,

Dressed in thoughts of uniforms pressed

Immaculate and shining

Or a simple gingham dress

To pin the laundry to the line.

It could be anyone

Only imagination keeps alive

This self standing here lonely in a distant room

A wallflower waiting to be dressed,

To become anyone.

Faceless she waits for hands to trace,

To measure length and cut

Sewing her costume for the ball

That she will never see,

Turned this way and that

Like a lovers dance with her creator,

Does she dream of tomorrow

Of robes and finery

As she stands naked

Ever waiting

For the beauty to become her.

8 thoughts on “Dressed

  1. She seemed awful lonely and the possibilities for dress up in my mind seemed endless, completely up the the imagination….thanks Russ, always, K


  2. Thanks Laine, I wasn’t sure where I was going at first but it morphed to its destination, so glad you liked it and thank you, I think that’s my fave too. Peace and love, K

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