Writing & Photo Contest 2015 Runner-up — Poetry

Draw Me a Dress

Draw me a dress
that I can colour in
inside the lines
and wear during the dances
that spin inside my head.

Ballrooms of marble
fringed with gold,
and the dress,
the dress is the most beautiful thing
in that room,
come alive off the paper to
whisper through my palms,
threads shifting like water in the chandelier sparkle,
and the neckline is made of stars and
parrot feathers,
the bodice an ocean across my stomach.

Draw me a dress
and I will colour it in
between the lines
and wear it during the dances
that sway inside my head.

This was an entry in the 2014/15 Writing & Photo Contest.

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