Open Mouthed With Empty Words, Another Person’s Clothes Are Worn For The Herd

The beggar thief, having found herself in the royal apartment casts a smile. She knows where to find those items of her inspiration. Her search was very brief, she swiftly located the correct door. A few swift turns with her trusty lock picks and the joy was hers.

Even dressed in the finery of the empress’s purple robes a beggar remains a beggar. It is only her makeshift delusion of grandeur that spites the scene cast back at back her in the bright and angry glare of the firelight. No matter, the beggar continues to cast her eyes over the wealth of garments on display, consuming them with her senses. She reaches out to stroke each garment as though she were the master dress maker, herself. The fine woven cloth, the intricate stitching, she swoons. But no matter which dress the beggar chose, it is clear to all but her that she could only carry the clothes, she could never wear them.

The finery of the dress the beggar chose to bear was real. The regality of the dress was no less true because such clothing expressed the royalty and creativity of others. Such fine garments could never reflect the lack of inspiration contained in one such as a beggar thief who stole. These were clothes to inspire. The Empress would wear such clothes to project and express her royal being, whilst the beggar could only hope to keep her nakedness and poverty fully concealed.

Despite the great joy felt by the beggar masquerading in somebody else’s clothes, these clothes will always be ill fitting, they will always share the smell of someone else and resound of the inspiration of those who have no knowledge of her existence. The vision of the bearer and the dress’s creator remain narrative echoes of a time gone by, so that the current bearer performs nothing less than scenes in a perverted pantomime.

If the beggar ever truly seeks to impress, it would be better to don her own Sunday best. which is a white dress with flowers on it. This dress was made by the mother of a beggar, which matched the colour of her daughter’s cheeks. This dress knows every curve of her body intimately. It tells more of who the wearer is than any royal robe, because for some of us purple does not show our passion or share our inspiration, flowers do.

So beggar, wear your pretty dress with flowers on it and inspire us by telling your story, because the world awaits to be inspired by the reality of you...


Inspired by;
The Finest Story in the World
Many Inventions, 1893
Rudyard Kipling

“He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of emperors“,

The quotation describes the main character Charlie Mears, the young bank clerk who dreams of being a writer.