Setting: A castle garden where a man and woman are talking
Character 1 - Giselle
Character 2 - Robert
Dialogue:
Robert: My dear, you look ravishing today !
Giselle: Thank you darling, do you like it ?
Robert: The colors are perfect for your skin !
Giselle: I thought so also, do you like the material ?
Robert: I do indeed, so delightful and bright !
Giselle: Does the material remind you of anything ?
Robert: Well, now that you mention it, my curtains !
Giselle: Do you think I would make a dress out of curtains ?
Robert: No, of course not, that was silly of me !
Giselle: Do you like how it flows all billowy in the breeze ?
Robert: I do indeed, the inside panel all filmy and soft !
Giselle: Well, darling did you really like your curtains ?
Robert: I do, now hold on a second dear heart !
Giselle: Yes, darling this dress could be made of curtains ?
Robert: And now I see that it is, what a talent you are !
Giselle: Oh thank goodness, I thought you would be angry ?
Robert: So let me get this straight you are wearing my curtains !
Giselle: Exactly, they were too pretty for a window don't you think ?
the vintage homecoming dress was donated in the middle of the night.
This is a small town, in 1972. There were no security cameras.
Sue, the shop owner had asked for vintage dresses for her window display.
She had no idea what inferno of questions was going to come to her.
Sue was new in town, did not know about Peggy Lee, who was missing.
Twenty-two years now, and no one knew where she was or if she was alive.
Peggy Lee’s mother was the first one in the store after the dress appeared.
Demanding to know where it had come from, but the shop owner did not know.
The police were there by two p.m. demanding answers.
This dress had been made for Peggy Lee’s prom by her mother.
Peggy Lee had disappeared that same night. Who had brought the dress?
Sue was horrified; she truly did not know; she found it in a box on her stoop.
The police took the dress out of the window.
Would they bring it back? No one told Sue anything.
The only person who knew anything stayed in a shadow, studying her mother.
She was the same pushy woman, with gray hair now; she was glad to rile her.
I have a scramble on this individual.
He made a dress out of unoriginal.
His capacity to fly was conceived.
It is labeled as the sky has heaved.
In his glove, he hid a weapon.
Rockets raining down from his beckon.
We passed by as the aircraft flew by.
That was beyond his power to say.
Could swim the entire way to the bottom.
Might actually make a trip to far off scrotum
I would be there in no time flat with him.
My superhero is Iron Man, something I whim.
Written: September 18, 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
you bright
dress out of sight
light up the night
by thing you say and do
I ADMIRE YOU
I'm too far gone,
I don't know what I want anymore,
Guess this drink is getting to me,
It's like I stepped into Sin City,
With all these dudes in my face,
With my dress out of place,
Mascara smeared,
because of my tears,
And I could care less,
Right now I want a cute guy with perfect
abs,
Tell me that you want to dance,
Tell me that you ain't looking for
romance,
Because my heart is already shattered,
My money and your time is all that
matters,
Tell me that because my confidence is
damaged,
Tell me that and my mind? You can have
that,
Because I no longer feel ashamed,
I've been dealt into too many games,
I'm Tired
I need to hear lies .
your understanding
not demanding
love your smile
your god child
you make me feel right
you dress out of sight
and a good cooke too
that
WHY I LOVE YOU
What in the world is she gonna do
A trip made to the Atlanta zoo
The white silver back
Might cut her some slack
And teach her more than a thing or two
Too late she found out how amorous
Apes are for not being glamorous
A week in his sack
Her sacroiliac
Wished he was a duck billed platypus
On the way home she stopped for a bite
She washed up in the room on the right
As she walked out the door
There on the marble floor
T. P. trailed up her dress out of sight
Foxxy lady I think you have to know
You seem to make a hit as you go
The owner will not mind
Leave the t. p. behind
I’ll pretend to be your loving beau
She turned to see who said this to her
A parrot on a perch caused a stir
Do I look like a bird
Is what ev’ry one heard
As she left spinning wheels in a blur
So don’t go by yourself to the zoo
Take a friend or better yet take two
One watch front, one behind
A foxxy lass won’t mind
The ape waits for a new rendezvous
© May 2010 cgh for PD’s contest
SUNDRESS UNDRESS
Hot day at the beach - time to catch some sun,
Maybe also catch some son.
She was a twelve year old girl - tousled hair -
In a tussle between herself and mum
It was too low at the top up there
Too high at the bottom - you could see her bum.
Pull it up and fail to cover some bits
Pull it down and can’t find anywhere it fits
Bare midriff, yellow with tiny dots of black.
Economical on material mum laughed -
Almost all gone at the front, and none at the back.
To be honest, it was somewhat daft:
They argued - yes I will ; no you won’t; and then -
Not at your age; if not at my age, then when?
But it was impossible to stop her (so willful ! )
Without actually putting the dress out of reach.
She couldn’t stop her from wearing the dress so awful:
Girl cringed as mum wiggled it up and down the beach.
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Written by Sydney Peck
For competition THE SUNDRESS (Constance La France )
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