NEWWORDS
OLD THINGS
DOMINIQUE GOLDEN
LIFE OF A DRESS, THE LIVES OF BRIDES
Like a jug of milk
porcelain white on the outside
fluidity on the inside
on her wedding night she undoes the dress
it falls onto the ground around her
ripples of crumpled satin
ring around her feet
she steps out
another bride steps in
she fills up the dress
with milk white skin
and adds some finishing touches
to make it her own
she breathes in the wedding
through time honoured material
FOREST POETS AT VESTRY HOUSE MUSEUM 31 MAY-15 JUNE 2014
I was inspired by the
history of the garment.
I imagined the dress was
conducting a magical
ritual over and over,
turning women into
brides, into wives
brides, into wives
