Michael Edwards

THE DRESS

THE DRESS

 

She touched the dress she wore in dreams,

and stroked the silken needle lace.

She held the dress she wore that night

and felt the bleached white calico.

 

 

Comments7

  • Poems_

    Great write! Love it.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks so much for commenting Poems

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write.

      If your image is an etching I bow to your absolute skill.

    • Michael Edwards

      Sorry Goldfinch - I used the word in a sort of metaphorical sense - it's a watercolour. Thanks for looking.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks MICHAEL ~ Another excellent POEM & PAINTING ~ In my mind I can visualise the Dream ~ the Dress ~ the Damsel ~ at a Ball inside that lovely Manor House. Love the elegance and delicacy (of talk and topic) in the short but dulcet ode. Thanks for dreaming and sharing ~ yiou are sio so creative with water colours & words ~ Yours BRIAN. Please check my latest poem and my TRUMP FUSION ! Thanks B.

    • Michael Edwards

      You are so kind - will now go to the fusion.

    • P.H.Rose

      Very good Michael
      Well done sir..

    • MendedFences27

      We can dream, but then we have to face reality. Well spoken, Michael.
      And that is a well done etching. - Phil A.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thank you PHIL - yes we can dream - not that I can ever recall many of mine.



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