Sarah St Vincent Welch # 149 Poem for KonMari 2 – thanks to the dresses

thanks to my formal dress

my mother sewed on her Singer

the needle running away

bobbin shuddering

dark roses open faced

still chatter  

thanks to my first kiss dress

string ties and yellow sand

frangipanis

soft

red slip 

of a sundress

thanks to my first wedding dress

silken beyond imagining then

an image of myself rises in a mist

a vision in a myth

slender 

memory of hunger twists

I thought you three unhappy

stored in a wintry garage

wrapped in plastic and camphor

laced, ready to be something else 

thrown away or given

after I touched you
goodbye

but I found you

in breathy

white storage, way up high 

sweet with age

you asked to stay

KonMari is Marie Kondo, the author of the bestselling and beloved The Life Changing Art of Tidying