(The Fallen Southern Belle)
"I'll meet you by the punchbowl, " she said
A southern belle arranging her first affair
The Satin ballgown whispered disapproval
As  she had the butler carry her husband
Up to bed, rag doll drunk.

"It seems the other quests plan to stay."
She yawned and loudly noted it growing late
Then two by two the pickled crowd departed
And she found herself alone with a young man

Letting him kiss her neck
"We do what we have to," she thought,
"To color a sepia life
Give me that brush
Right now I can only think in red"

The ballgown sat in silent dismay
Two bodies bent, then flattened against the floor
Soon after, he was shown the door
The carpet felt the same to her feet
No big thoughts as she quietly climbed the stairs
The satin ballgown muttered as she hung it
But she only heard the breath of her husband
Stuttering like a child's.
She took his hand
and kissed the balding top of his head.

*Inspired by: John Bucchino Sepia Life

Measures 45" and 34" wide

Each piece is a one of a kind.  Each new piece will be slightly different.