the bodies draped in lace and
chiffon, cotton blends,
are the characters i’ve cast
for this stage of spring

And so we meet our hostess. Not a girl, not yet a woman. Not dream’s fool, but not yet life’s mistress.

As Lorelei directs her party, we wonder, “at what cost success?”

Romantic and philosophical. Immerse yourself in another installment of The Sound Station Poetry Series. Containing Part 9 of The Suited Ceremonies. Tune in to the sounds of natural myths in the texts of everyday life. All for your viewing pleasure.