Magical Coat

By paxxick

Wed, 20 Nov 2013

2 comments

THE MAGICAL COAT

You wouldn't have noticed her,
Except she was slim
In the corner of Max Mara,
There on a whim.

The coat must have found her
Midnight blue, to the knee
Stood in front of the mirror
It called out to me.

Not just me, all in the shop
She twisted herself a twirl
All around we stood agog
The coat a perfect swirl

I could not believe her,
in that magical coat
It changed her to a diva
And my senses awoke.

Permalink Submitted by hudsonmoon on Wed, 2013-11-20 14:53

I love when a coat can do that, paxxick. Certainly enjoyed this bit of whimsy.

Rich

Permalink Submitted by paxxick on Wed, 2013-11-20 21:51

Whimsy, now that's a good word, better than whim, thanks hudsonmoon