Lady at the Thrift

  What divine puffed sleeves!

Just who are you, milady?

Grace of the Thrift Store. 

 

Regretfully, I didn't purchase said lady from the glass case, but I did poem her elegance into verse. She seems like a "Cordelia" to me.

 

Amber Cut

Sun-aurous August,

Sky-heavy spear light slanting 

Clean as amber cut. 

~*~

Hold my last wish, please! 

There's only a whisper left, 

Dazzled by desire.

Jewels of July

Pink-ruffled summer,

Roses seaming water jewels,

Petals furling heat.