Scarlet rose ruffles
A sylph adrift on cliffs, barefoot and weightless, with hands clasped at the waist, straight out of the Arnolfini Portrait.
Sheer tulle, a grey midi caged in silver ribbon,
a white Grecian gown slit to the hip, a red pinstripe maxi frothing into ruffles and a pussybow.
Gossamer couture against jagged, sun bleached stones, the softest fabric on the hardest ground.
A modern serene, with the eye of Flemish devotional stillness
