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!!
