March Poetry Challenge (6th March, 2013)

The Dress

The door slid easily along

As it had done so many times defore
Revealing the miriad of colour
From the brightest blue to the grungiest grey.

Her hand caressed the fabrics;

Soft leather, smooth silk,
Rough denim and warm wool;
None quite grabbing her as they once had.

A sparkle caught her eye,

Hardly noticible amongst the others,
But somehow the perfect shade,
The perfect shimmer and shape.

It called to her and she took it down,

Sliding it effortlessly off the hanger.
She held it in front of her
And twirled in front of the mirror.

Suddenly, she felt seventeen again.

The memories of the first time she’d seen it
Came flooding back
As if it were only yesterday.

It had been the same all those years ago,

Almost hidden on the racks of clothes,
A subtle reflection of the light
Catching the gaze – unable to look away.

The years had not been kind –

Children and marriage and work
Had slowly changed her over the decades –
But not for the dress.

It retained it’s youthful sparkle,

It’s shimmer and shine still there.
She knew the dress was no longer hers
And never would be again.

But it did not go back in the darkness,

Not back on it’s hanger to wait.
It stayed out in the light and the bright
To dance another day.

She watched the dress float out the door,

Those sparkles still catching the light
And dancing joyously on the wall

As the music carried it through the night.