Dec17
Old Dress
Old Dress, I really must know
Where was the party
And with whom did you go
Who wore you so proudly
Setting your ruffles to flair
And danced to the morning
Like floating on air
The wine stain on your ruffle
How did it get there
hand waving through air
A little a quiver
Is how it got there
As wine rained down you ruffles
Like a blood red river
Old dress your party has ended
You rest now alone
With your memories intended
Of one who once danced
In your ribbons and bows
And though I’m not sure
I think we both know
Love it. It evokes so many pictures in the mind. The photo is excellent, but the words are magnificent.