Sep 2017
She stitches on
Her collection of plastic smiles
To contrast her sad old soul
For her beauty radiates
Youth and love
While her eyes betray
The demons put on hold
She wears the world's sorrows
As a dazzling gown
With her own monsters
Clasping her feet
Reminding her of the
Skeletons she carries
With every step to the beat
Her eyes swim with horrors
Of the nagging ghosts of the past
But tonight she dances gracefully
Across the floor of glass
And she'll save some words of conversation
For every suitor coming her way
Though all the while she's planning out
How to spill her own red
On her own wonderful gown of grey
Her collection of plastic smiles
To contrast her sad old soul
For her beauty radiates
Youth and love
While her eyes betray
The demons put on hold
She wears the world's sorrows
As a dazzling gown
With her own monsters
Clasping her feet
Reminding her of the
Skeletons she carries
With every step to the beat
Her eyes swim with horrors
Of the nagging ghosts of the past
But tonight she dances gracefully
Across the floor of glass
And she'll save some words of conversation
For every suitor coming her way
Though all the while she's planning out
How to spill her own red
On her own wonderful gown of grey
To mark Rebel Heart's 100th official poem in this amazing poetry community here's something special: An excerpt of the poetry collection by RH called "The Mysterious Gown of Grey"... it tells a beautifully captivating tale I can't help but imagine being set during the Victorian era in London. This excerpt was part of the first poem of the collection titled 'The First Masked Ball" and follows the story of Victoria, my favorite 'character' in the whole collection...I hope she plans to publish the full poem in the future for it'd be a shame to keep the wonderful words and epic story locked in a word document forever. Until then happy writing ~BM
