Poetry: iDrew


if we were courting in 1813 and i
had wowed you with a glimpse
of my porcelain white ankle naughtily appearing
from under my muslin empire dress
i would have had to duly confess
to have been me
that had succumbed to giddiness because
the sight of you in those tight
very tight
breeches had left me to suffer all
the symptoms of a heaving bosom

i am all a-quiver
i feel faint with antici
of our first kiss and with
scandalously slutty intentions i suggest
we get loved-up on laudanum
crash a dance laying down some baroque
and bass and banging mozart tunes
ready for me to
incarcerate you within
the ringlets of my cascading curls

and i am certain you are aware of this
for if a gentleman wishes to dismiss
himself from his lover
he should leave her weak-kneed and in a veritable
state of bliss
for this
kind sir
is but the blessing of bedroom law not
to leave me wanting more


Writing under the name of iDrew to co-ordinate with her titles, Essex girl Drew has previously been published in various magazines both on-line and in print. She enjoys shopping, boys and clubs but claims these are all merely research for her writing. She is also one of the founding members of the Clueless Collective and can be found at: www.cluelesscollective.co.uk

© iDrew 2018