Mirror Mirror

A poem about a dress!

MIRROR, MIRROR

She wore the dress well, covered in mirrors
clinging to her curves reflected thoughts
trapped in the sharp corners cutting
our her fine shape. A designers dream
captured the desires of passers by.
The dress sometimes shimmered
envious green or the deep rose tints
of lust, the sunny yellow  of children's wonder
or  the indigo blues of loss and regret.

She wore the dress well, not letting the emotions
or opinions of others filter through
it's polished surface. She believed clothes
were only a reflection of our true personalities.

D.Hinson
Sep 09

Author's Note

This was inspired by a dress I saw in a Spanish Market. I imagined what passers by thought when they saw the dress on someone.

Reviews

[Fanciful Goddess]

Beautiful .that was amazing very cute.

[Tiffany]

I really like this, it is wonderful! t.