The Blue Dress

Friday, May 10, 2013

I don't recall pain, or joy, only the blue dress
I wore, and the door open to the sea,
and the liquid sun across the floor beside the bed.

Excerpt from The Blue Dress, by Freya Manfred

No reason. I just liked it.

Wishing you a lovely weekend, filled with liquid sun.


Bambi Northwood-Blyth by Tim Barber for Muse Summer 2011, via Fashion Gone Rogue

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  1. Moz10 May 2013 at 10:16

    Fellow poetry lover, I bequeath you this: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/terrible-poetry-jokes

    The third and the sixth kill me.

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  2. Charlotte10 May 2013 at 14:10

    This is so pretty! I love poetry.. though I think it's kind of lame to admit that one of my favourite poems is from a movie.. it's here: http://www.charlotteswebblog.co.uk/2012/09/a-pinch-and-punch-its-first-of-month.html (I was going to paste the poem but didn't want to take over your comment section too much lol) xx

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  3. Joan Hunter Dunn11 May 2013 at 01:42

    Poetry & clothes in one piece - how perfect.

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  4. Andrea Marie11 May 2013 at 05:50

    Very serene. Transports me to those precious holiday moments x

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