Green Dress by Jenny Robb Before shops eased doors open,before bars and restaurants spilled people on streets,I paused, mask hot with nervous breath,at the Roy Castle Charity Shop.There among shoe sweat, sweet, musty perfume,the dust of forgotten books,was my jade green dress with sweetheart neck,forty-seven years old and looking new.Oh I loved how it clungto my young body,its colour drawing greenfrom my hazel eyes.Oh how it prancedthrough parties and discos,attracting drunken snogs and fumbles.I long to try it on,mould it to my life now.It would not fit.I blink,the mirage is gone.About the Author:From Liverpool, Jenny has been writing poetry seriously since retiring. In 2020 she has poems in: Writing at the Beach Hut; Nightingale & Sparrow; As Above so Below; Poetry and Covid; An Insubstantial Universe Anthology, (Yaffle Press), Bloody Amazing Anthology, (Yaffle and Beautiful Dragons Press) & forthcoming anthologies Lockdown, (Poetry Space); The Language of Salt, (Fragmented Voices) and Geography is Irrelevant, York Spoken Word (Stairwell Books). Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices