From the lanes of the orphanage
To the haute couture’s pedestal
A dainty mistress of silhouette
Enthralled the world of unvoiced fashion.
Her betrothal in threads of inconceivable fashion
Casted out timeworn corsets
Conjuring the little black dress
Airing the enigmatic Chanel No. 5 Scent.
Maverick were her panaches
Reticent was her temperament
Blunt was her address
With a Fortune in her hand.
_inspired by Coco avant Chanel