She is prose
Shakespeare`s lover
satin once stained
By each layer
She is a decade
of aesthetic
silhouette
In crinoline
Never did
her bodice
wrinkle
From strained
passion
an opulent
flower
lavishes
breath
over
history
combed
with lace
Eternal
frost
ethereal
grace
Andre Breton
would like this dreamlike write - full of words like "crinoline" Oh, yes on the ties that bind to accomodate a fashion of the past. Like Chinese feet mutilations - and high heels of the corporate world - layers like decades indeed. Well composed - crisp and minimal. - slc
Dark Amelia.
Lovely read Kornelia, you have the readers fascination; what a whistfull look at a bygone era. But Och! I bet those corsets hurt.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Ouch and double ouch indeed
Thanks for the lovely comment, that area facinates me,
Maybe in a past life I lived there