tatter'd & worn, handsewn musty pages now soft as butter & faded-a new year from so very long ago...
papery brown silke slippers with whispery bows,
poor bent dolly watches over bisque babies sleeping inside tiny girl slippers, worn through at the toes,
tattery silk ribbons still dance on their toes, one pale blue button missing, now a nest for faded blue silk berries.
fat strawberries dance across an old cloth box. a baby sleeps among forgotten robin's eggs in a nest of tarnished silver threads.
old velvet, worn thin, silk edgings and glass beads in pale patterns of long ago...
thin spidery flourishes and swirls take wing beneath thin wavy ripples,
all within the confines of a once elegant frame.
everything spoke to me and it was love at first sight.