Poets’ Corner: The Dress


Call me fickle, call me vain,

say I’m demented and insane,

I look at you and sigh,

I reach for you, I buy.

I know you cost too much

Yet I surrender to your touch.

I want you till it hurts

my heart is fit to burst.

You are dusty pinks

with magenta hues and tints,

Your straps delicate and thin

Tiny buttons close me in.

Small flowers grace my breast

In my ardor I can attest

to your simple graceful line

Satin ribbon you confine.

My body yields to your touch,

I love you very much.

Sian R. Williams is a yoga teacher, writer, and mother of five children. She has lived on Martha’s Vineyard for 24 years.

The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.