A woman of rhyme without reason Was Miss Melanie Bleu She wore their scorn well— The woman who was taboo. He'd left her at the altar With naught but a festering feast; To another who stays gold His heart was only leased. To the tailor she went a-calling She’d dress fit for a queen Her love would not see her weep He would only see her preen. She came resplendent in worn white silk The portrait of a beautiful disgrace Her love was well and gone, she knew For hers was a dream unlaced. The garment was a patchwork of promises, Frayed childhood schemes She was a dream in chiffon Unraveling at the seams. Through the gown’s stifling stitches, Her true colors vied Till she tore the wretched thing And took it in her stride. But the tailor took the ill-fitted gown, And pried apart its strands A dress that was ruined and raw The tailor patched with capable hands. The tailor patched by candlelight, His fingers a deft refrain He took a needle to the tattered lace As the sun began to wane. At last he saw a work well done And put his eyes to rest The gown lay finished, waiting Waiting to be dressed. Then comes the tenuous dawn, The darkness laid waste; The tailor knelt by Melanie’s side, Their hands interlaced. ‘To my lady, my love, my Unlikeliest of friends: I come bearing gifts By which to make amends. He brought you a flower, a kiss, And a ring to intend I bring you a poem, a promise, And a gown to mend.’ Miss Bleu clutched the gown In one marred hand It was more than the costume Of a lover's brand. It draped her jagged edges And rendered her with pride Finding her torn, the tailor patched The ruined bride.
Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions, including writing, painting, drawing, and crafting. Stories are how I communicate, and I’m always looking for new mediums to convey the stories that float around in my mind, vying for attention.