Wardrobe Mistress - '85

Wardrobe Mistress - '85

 

I stood in front

of the wardrobe

we shared

and stared.

 

I had just seen her

with overalls down

below her knees,

 

your familiar

bare bum

tensed.

 

Its thrusting

only previously seen

in awkward twisting

mirror-glimpses.

 

Your shirts and tees

hang between

pink and lime,

purple & olives,

 

shady greens of

twirling gypsy skirts.

 

My bohemian scarves

draped over one

of your two suits,

 

70’s wedding brown

and grey work familiar.

There is nothing

I recognise now.

 

No clothes will suit

or fit my new body,

the slimmed-down me.

 

So I’ll leave

the large wardrobe

jammed with memories

 

of lilac picnics,

winter barbeques,

summer crocheted

maternity smocks…

 

The shirt I hand-made

for our first anniversary…

 

And leave the idea of kisses

for it’s new mistress...

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

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Comments

Kate G

Thu 21st Feb 2019 03:34

I'm back again. It's better every time.

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Jon

Tue 19th Feb 2019 12:38

Hi Frances
So much is said in this piece not only by the fabulous storytelling, but by the brevity of the
stanzas and the brief but gloriously recounted memories invoked.
Love it so much!
Jon

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 12th Feb 2019 14:35

Thank you for your excellent comments, Martin and Kate. So pleased you enjoyed it.
Thanks also for the 'like' Kate and Jason. 😃

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Martin Elder

Tue 12th Feb 2019 11:18

I am really please to have read this piece Frances. What a great poem with so many memories wrapped up in these words.
love it

Kate G

Tue 12th Feb 2019 10:32

Frances, this is a work of art - one I'll revisit for sure. The vibrant imagery pulled me in.

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