Pure White Lace

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Pure white lace,

Filigree,

A work of art from my mother's,

My grandmother's hands, from women

Quietly weaving patterns upon patterns

Without words,

Intricate their terror and splendour as

Mothers daughters sisters

Lovers and wives

Society doesn't use lace anymore

And skirts no longer have a small soft brush

As they touch the floor,

Corsets and girdles are all but forgotten,

We are real now, our shapes no longer

Hidden beneath stays and crinoline,

Laced up tight,

Tattering

 

 

 

 

Ana