Girl In the Silhouetted Dress

Wine stained o'er the coal-black lace A monotone of laughter left no trace Next page had a spectrum of shades of grey The ribbon on the palette was moulded with clay Microscopic pellets on the bed side table A blithe entity is a morose historic fable Mystic pink sugar plums held no sugar Colourless rotten endearment as the trigger If tis' love, then the committed became a wreck Crestfallen, stubborn ambers hung around her neck A jade bangle locked her overflowing energetic soul Teardrops o' sapphires hauled her ears to doubt till ol' Amethyst on her ring finger, mistress to a caged château A spinning wheel sat and away with thread she stow'd A weaver of a solid heart in garish garments became a mess Absurd with hue for she aid to see her silhouetted dress