Dressing Gown

When she slips on her dressing gown

Her world is endowed with glory

Gliding into a room

She brings man to his knees

And all eyes are pleased

Running outside

Deep in the night

Her heart wanders through memories

Slipping off her dress

She shows cuts and bruises

Naked she cries

They say

She was always quite pretty

But how?

How is it possible?

She has never found true love?

The cunningness of wolves

Hidden in sheep's clothing

Melt her like wax

They howl and prowl

Preyed upon

She crashes down

Light cast away

Yet she gets back up

And slips on her dressing gown

 She is of royal blood and royal skin

And Queens hold their heads up high

Knowing they are worthy

Of a true King

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

She relied on the kindness of others, but they tore her gown and her heart. Eloquent poem - ode to a Queen in her own right, no matter what befell her."Yet she gets back up and slips on her dressing gown" because Queens " hold their heads up high". Brava!

[Suhd]

There's so much hidden in this one. Liked unraveling it.

[Meshalini]

I like the way you write. Not only in this poem but in all. I love it. Keep writing.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

True that. Queens do hold their head high up :) ;)
I loved the message you conveyed in this one. And your pic as well :)
Nicely penned, Kat :))

[wordman]

the secret dreams of a woman,

[Ana B.]

oh i love this! The strength of a woman is what's keeping families and nations together. Lovely write Kathryn :)

[Kathryn Smith]

Thank you much Ana! :D xx

[Mr.Writer]

Very crisp and engaging! :) Also very creative!
I really liked the idea you put behind this and it has lots of effort put into it...
Keep it up!

[Kathryn Smith]

Thank you kindly Mr Writer! :) Xo

[Mr.Writer]

No problem :)