the woman in red
She saw her at the other end of the room
and thought to herself
that she needed a new dress maker –
her frock was not as stylish as the woman in red.
She envied the other woman’s beautiful taffeta
and her silk shoes –
her gems studding her hair like stars.
She knew, then, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that was why she stood alone at the table
while the woman in red filled her dance card.
She was,
certainly,
looking for a new dress maker.
R. L. Elke
© Aug 5/17 prompt 22
This is fantastic, Ramon! Great job. 🙂
thanks! I am rather dopey at the moment, so I am glad it has some legs. lol
Just noticed. You might be Ramona, rather than Ramon. Either way, I seriously enjoyed your poem. 🙂
yeah, i am Ramona. It’s ok. I am glad you liked the poem.