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Premium Member In Mother Moon's Armoire

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           In
        Mother
   Moon's armoire

  hang star-gilded 
   gowns of indigo
   silk, heady with
       cedar and

         sandal
          wood

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Premium Member Tiffany Brocade Taffeta

Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.

carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.

Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.

Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
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Burgundy Taffeta

As death embraced my whole being
Shrouded in burgundy taffeta
Her arms forceful
Embraced me
So as we spooned
I could not turn to see her lace shrouded
Face

She whispered
In Victorian tongue
Just loud enough to menace
Yet no matter how intensely I listened
Not one word
Made
Sense

I tried to respond
Or scream
Or raise
But my living soul stood still and silent
We swooned
Noir skies
Still
Laid out
And wrestled silent screams
And finally she softened her hold
And allowed me to leave
Our dream


Taffeta, Silk,And Lace

As she walked down the stairs i could feel on the back of my neck goosebumps and 
hairs

I was playing in a derelict house hiding from my friends behind some dusty old chairs

But something wasnt right she looked sad lonley and out of place

Looking back now i didnt feel scared she looked radient dressed in taffeta silk and 
lace

I was Eleven at the time and thinking back to it now

I just knew she was a ghost but wasnt frightened dont ask me how

She didnt see me and she sort of glided not walked towards an open door

Curiosity got the better of me so i followed her wanting to see more

As i edged nearer the doorway i expected her not to be there

But she was and i heard her singing the sweetest song i swear

I was so taken by her radience serenity and calm

Then i realised shes a ghost they scare you but i didnt feel in any harm

She just sort of floated there seeing something i couldnt see

Then....the moment was gone as i heard my friends shouting for me

Ive never forgot that day its stayed with me forever

And as i grew up i researched the history of the house and was rewarded for my 
endeavour

There used to live in that house a kindly lady she was a mother and a wife

But tragedy struck her family she lost her children so griefstricken

she took her own life

But legend as it she used to sing the sweetest lullabies to her children every night

To sooth them into sleep and chase away there fright

I often ask myself did she see me that long ago day

If ever im weighed down by troubles that just wont seem to go away

If im restless of sleep and the evening winds running fair

I swear i can hear the sweetest lullabies carried on the air

It eases me in to sleep then i dream of the sereness of her face

Gliding down that staircase resplendent in her taffeta,silk and lace

Taffeta, Lace and Silk

A vow of lies I should never have said,
Two words I wish I’d saved for me and you;
My wasted innocence on the wedding bed
Defiled the words of love that say ‘I do’.
A distant regret now haunts my mind, you see,
While watching you walking down towards me;
My vision of taffeta, lace and silk
Tainted by a past of the devil’s milk.
I seek your smile beneath the bridal veil,
My comfort before promises are made
And I give my heart as regrets now fade.
Later when I sip from your holy grail
And yield to the power of loving spells
I recall the joy of our wedding bells.

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