UMAWANG 2021 SPRING/SUMMER WOMENSWEAR - SACRED TRUTH OF OLD-

Scared Truth Of Old
I am a boudoir full of faded roses
Where many an old outmoded dress reposes
.
I know how to resuscitate dead minutes.
I see my past, its face hid in your knees.
Through forest-groves of symbols, strange and solemn,
Who follow him with their familiar glances.
My cot was next the library,
a Babel Where fiction jostled science, myth and fable.
Greek dust with Roman ash there met the sight.
I’ve lived beneath huge portals where marine.
Suns coloured, with a myriad fires, the waves;
The walls of cloisters on their frescoed lath,
Displayed, in pictures, sacred truths of old,
I love the thought of those old naked days.
I have more memories than had I seen Ten centuries.
──Inspired by
Les fleurs du ma / The flower of evil
Charles Pierre Baudelaire