Stephanie Says:

This blog is where I post my poems, when I remember or when I find scraps of paper from years ago. The date I post a poem usually has nothing to do with the date I wrote it!
I feel like poetry is discovered, rather than written, and I like to find it and share it. It's kind of like archaeology - you can unearth a good poem and learn something from it. But you didn't really write the poem yourself, you just provided the medium through which the poems can show themselves to the world. At least, that's what it feels like to me.

Friday 7 November 2008

Her Wedding Dress

The snowmen she used to build,
All dressed in white.
The paper snowflakes she used to cut,
Lacy as a cobweb all a-dew.
A cloud woven in for that walk-on-air feeling,
This is the dress that's made of a chirpy childhood.
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