Thanks to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.
Her dress floats on water, foam and tulle froth.
Hair braided, done-up, style for a doll.
Jasmine perfume wafts with her kite.
She wonders why she’s sitting here, chair —
Afloat, with her on it; and she’s perturbed,
Caught between a woman and a girl in —
Wedding dress; she flew far, with spirit.
No pastor to bind her to God and man,
She grins at her ruined lace dress soaked.
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