Poetry Wardrobe Revisited

HELLO, POETRY LOVERS, INSPIRED BY TRISHA’S AND SHARRON’S LOVELY PIECES, I AM DETERMINED TO MAKE A TRILOGY OF THIS CLOTHES AND WARDROBE BUSINESS. SO JUST HUMOUR ME. HERE’S A POEM OF MY OWN THAT I KIND OF SEWED(!) TOGETHER

Mum had a wardrobe full of mini-skirted suits

with fur-edged sleeves,

and stockings and panty-girdles.

My sister’s had long hippy dresses, no shoes.

Woodstock uniform, though she never even made it to the Isle of Wight.

Mine had tank tops, and flares

and later, vintage pieces from Portobello and Camden

then

garments that turned to beige.

Subtle, they said, meaning invisible.

All crammed in next to daughter’s cold cut work blouses.

I slam the wardrobe door shut,

and leg it to Primark.

Heather Moulson 2020

Phew! I think that’s out of my system (but don’t get your hopes up).

Next episode features a fantastic interview with the wonderful poet, Matthew Paul. Stay tuned!!

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