Your New Red Dress

Stand down, dear Sorrow, let the sea wash away

the grit and grime of a night's unintended

mis-adventures. Sleep. Nest until the new day

rain's her forgiving kisses down upon your head;

let go, sweet Regret, your heart's harsh contentions,

make way for the fresh dawn of love's first crow,

flight of sun swept swallows swinging low

across a dew-tinged meadow's graced intentions.

Drink deep, dear self, let yourself consume

what nature's meant to have: think less

of all the empty complaints, and make room

inside the closet for your new red dress.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Reviews

[Troy Dean]

very tender, enjoyed this a lot. These 2 lines really got me
make way for the fresh dawn of love's first crow
and
across a dew-tinged meadow's graced intentions
wonderful writing ken

[softlyfall]

Just wonderful. A pleasure to read

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks soft. also loved your final put down of K on politics of poets, and what is/isnt art and who/who doesnt know what art is

[Chris Shaw]

rains her forgiving kisses down
upon your head

Sounds like this mis-adventure hit the pocket

make room for a new red dress :)

Far too forgiving I would say. Much enjoyed Ken.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

ah but she looks grand in that red dress, so i still came out the winner

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha:) Pleased to hear it.