Harvest Gold

Here it is, a perfectly finished product

of the finest silks in the kingdom,

perhaps even the world, dyed in the

most glorious shade of harvest gold,

exactly as you had requested and

commissioned us to do, my lady.

And here, you see, are all the crafted

buttons from the finest metals purified

over the hottest furnace that has yet

been built in this modern day and age,

so clear and bright that you can see

your very own image in each little sun

of a mirror, just as you desired, 

and there are twenty-three of them, 

all down the back of the bodice,

and another forty-six down the front,

all the way to the floor, where, as you

can see, the creamy lace blends perfectly 

with the golden threads of the smooth,

ruffled skirt, made entirely by hand,

in only a week of time to create such a

tailored masterpiece as has yet passed 

through my rather experienced hands.

Tonight you shall be simply ravishing,

my lady, for when you rise and enter the

dance hall crowded with all those other

vain and narcissistic so-called nobility

with their feathered fans and enormous

bustles like cattle, those oversized peacocks

stuffed into silk and satin, you shall shine

brighter than any of them, for such a 

simple cut suits your graceful frame with

such perfection and truly compliments your

natural beauties, your glowing skin,

your flowing, wavy, burnished hair, your

finely shaped arms and torso, so that

none of it is lost in gaudiness.

Thank you, dear tailor, for this lovely gift.

No lady of my rank could have asked for

anything more superb and wonderfully

made as this delightful ballgown that has been

put together like a dream. I shall wear my

southern pearls with this, and a net in my hair,

with a few loose ringlets to add a sort of

statement. My sky blue shoes shall be

the perfect compliment to your work, sir, 

and I shall wear a corsage of forget-me-nots

and small white buds in order to add a 

simplistic charm to this wondrous gown.

Again, I thank you, dear tailor.