The red dress hung from a hanger on the door.
A garment that she had never worn before.
Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy,
But why?
The red dress made her feel very feminine.
Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin.
Would he really like it, would he like her too,
No clue!
The red dress fitted, so clever the design.
No doubt he would think this lady so divine.
So out on her date she went, one heart beating,
First meeting!
The red dress had made all her dreams come true.
Her beau was so charming the whole evening through.
Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell,
All’s well!
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine, sometimes simplicity when created by an Imagist such as yourself, can produce defining impact. And that is exactly what you've accomplished here(the key word here is ''Accomplished''') , in this fine effort, and results, of the same. ~ F j R ~ __2008__
Hi Ernestine. A wonderfully descriptive view of a lady in red on a special date which went well. nice one this. Regards Dave T.
Your poem read, is red it seems. Dear Ernestine, your spell works well indeed. Love from David
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I would like to translate this poem
this reads like a fairy tale ernest. keep on.