Persephone’s Wardrobe

 
 
She dreams of a room overflowing with clothing.
Ivory crochet wraps and rose taffeta skirts

draped like fainting ladies across a desk and chair,
cheap sharp-heeled shoes, glittering, proud, strewn

onto the floor, earrings gleaming thickly
in handsome boxes against the wall.
 
 
Waking, she feels bereft. He’s bought her
a pair of washed-out jeans and blistering flats,

a hoodie, the seams on its sleeves already unraveling
like their last conversation, or maybe her desire.

But she wants shoes built for strutting,
a dress that she can die and make love in,
 
 
a little number tight enough to persuade angels to raise hell
to the heavens. She wants to walk

into that dream-room and choose an outfit
like she is choosing a destiny, or a compass

to guide her through the crowded streets of her eager heart
and then she wants to walk back out into a world
 
 
that chooses her every single time.

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One response to “Persephone’s Wardrobe

  1. Bea

    Lusty, rich and evocative images Genevieve. For me this speaks into the heart of the relationship between clothes, identity, desire and belonging. Beautiful.

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