Sunlight streams through the skylights
Of my studio
Vintage Vogue displayed on the walls
Long rows of smooth starch white tables
Mannequins casting shadows
Over spools of lace
Stacked up on shelves
Hand painted mulberry silk
Repurposed prints
Drawing
Drafting
Slicing through the soft fabric
Whizzing of the machines
Twirling together delicate silk thread
The latest masterpiece is ready
For the runway
I have always have wanted a few things:
A PhD - did 8 years, 8 pieces of fancy paper
To be a model - ...
And my own brand - complete.
I attempted 15 years ago
To walk a certain path
Went to fashion school for a year
Ended up with appendicitis - quit
Not cut out for that game
Perhaps it's time to try again
Do it my way
With the tricks of the universe
By my side
I am a master manifestor
I am no longer a naive little girl
I am a Queen
I am divine
I am that bitch.
High fashion still calls to me
Facinates me
Indulges me
Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Coach, Tiffany's
Victoria's Secret - I never miss a show.
London, Paris, Milan
First class flights
Front row seats at every show
Walking the cat walk
Red carpet treatment
Champagne on ice
When I am in your city
Pick me up after my show
Your rover is waiting outside
Our own after party
Tell me which piece is your favourite
I will wear it for you lover.
Book out the Louvre
Private tour
View Venus de Milo
Visit the Mona Lisa
Candlelight dinner
At the top of the Eiffle Tower
Make wishes at the Fontana di Trevi
Tell me what you wished for ...
I will make it come true.
It all starts with just a dream
A few sketches
A bit of belief
What if I could actually do that
Make my dreams come true
It might be time to try
Redefine my brand
Or start a new
It is a new year
Where new pledges are made
New paths begin
New desires are cast to the stars
Let's see what I can do
Published by Divinity Brownwood
Lost divine feminine searching Earth for where she belongs, with her masculine.
I write from my heart and the love and pain that it contains.
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