The Drowning Dress

The Drowning Dress

A Poem by Edwina
"

just what it says

"
 
Pink and purdy
so very flirty
the dress I had to own
I paid a mint to have it shipped
by late night telephone
 
It came on friday
in time to die day
for life had lost its thrill
I walked the road out to the bridge
and summoned up my will
 
My undies were clean
my debts were lean
as I hovered on the rail
I crossed my arms
then crossed my legs
this time I wouldn't fail
 
the moon was out
I didn't shout as I hit the water swift
the wind had become
an invisible bum
to give my skirt a lift
 
I could not see in front of me
nor to the sides at all
My legs were froze as were my toes
and I did regret the fall
 
The water tore that dress I wore
And in time I was quite nude
a trout came by to have a snack
and made my face his food

C J. Marks

© 2013 Edwina


Author's Note

Edwina
I couldn't say "my legs were frozen as well as my toesen" now, could I ?

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There you go, just another reason to dislike trout. :) Good poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I just love this poem. You truly are a great poet and writer!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely love your way with storytelling!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A good rhyming poem or a song on this dress... I like pink and red...:)................

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The sing-songy tone of the poem is a great contrast to the chilling subject matter. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Edwina
Edwina

Dolan Springs, AZ



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