Dress of a Princess

By ChocolateQuill.

           

 

On her silken dress she did not adorn

A single emerald, amber or topaz

Instead she took a needle sharp as thorn

And sewed into the bodice bars of jazz

 

Amongst the lace she stitched a gust of wind

Which brought to her the scent of orchids new

And then she saw the fabric and she grinned--

Embroidered wings that swayed and swooped and flew

 

Then in her hair she took an aria

And wove impassioned song through spiraled locks

She dressed it all with pure euphoria

Then finished off with leopard-patterned socks

 

For if a princess is to look her part

Those who see her must also see her heart