“The White Dress” by Jamie McCauley

blank canvas

    massacred by a hundred year’s sleep.

consummation brandished with a scarlet kiss.

 

young, sweet, and simple,

just a finger prick.

 

    injured belly, a wound between two thorns,

 

baby crying

              mother bathed in red

 

a princess of all but nine months.

Posted on June 9, 2014, in Poetry Spring 2014 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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