‘ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO BE’
Ceramic + Limestone garden sculpture.
2200h 1050w 600d.
Words by Jerome Williams
@yesyesjerome
Gather round ye’ nobles.
Let’s unravel a tale of twists and turns,
where good deeds and intentions fail.
Where wickedness blooms and false starts yearn,
to shift the course of a mighty ship’s stern.
A spiralling storm of airy words,
proving once more that not all that smokes, burns.
High atop the summit of an inner north castle,
the damsel Delilah met a white knight mid-quest.
He came with an offer, a seductive request,
“Go big or stay home, my sweet toothed Delilah”
I’m hosting a party, you’ll be there, don’t fret,
and at the centre of each table,
there will be golden apples,
each one as round and large as your breasts.”
Famished, Delilah devoured his words whole,
and set off to stitch a gown fit for a grand garden ball.
But time wore on,
and the skies thickened with smoke.
The white knight, betraying both colour and code,
spun white lies that forecast dark days ahead,
ruled by the tyranny of a fiery red head.
“Is that so? For surely we must cancel our affair.”
Shouted Delilah.
But “No,
the show must go on,” he declared.
“Pack your bags.
We ride on.
Charge the cost to the ‘morrow,
be gone.”
At the edge of a dream,
in the shade ‘neath a plastic tree,
Delilah awoke and began to see.
The knight was a farce, a mine of fool’s gold,
no more than a snake coiled in fake grass, so daft and so cold.
The golden feasts, the glamour, the gloss
All sparkle, no meaning,
all drain, no big loss.
Delilah no longer yearned for the lie.
She saw herself true, no need to hide.
She wasn’t ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO BE,
For she was, and always would be,
a princess, whole, ready to roam wild and free.
Words by Jerome Williams
@yesyesjerome
Images by Matt Stott
@mathew__stott 
