Empty of you
your dresses
alive on the line
dancing passionately
with an invisible breeze
all airs
& graces
it flamenco’s them
with consummate ease.
They sleep quietly
at night
their red & white
caressed with moonlight and its imaginings.
.
Now, at noon
you gather them in
resplendent in
sunlight
tired like fairytale princesses
with their secret dancings.
That night
(I all in white)
walk out with you
(to the astonishment of stars)
you ravishingly red
pretty as sin
proud
dressed as you are
wearing the wind
moonlight & sunlight
of previous days.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gladrags/
