The Skin Game

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today, we have a beautiful touching poem from the lovely Trisha Broomfield that’s on such a personal subject and so much a part of us – our skin.

I couldn’t resist sharing this moving piece (and illustrating it too!). After this poignant poem, there is a second one not nearly so (skin) deep but still skin related and the things we used to put up with.

Anyway, read on;

My Skin

My skin is my mother’s, soft and yielding


scored by bra straps
scarred by childbirth


it is my father’s, strong and pliable
repelling the outer world
protecting his home and family


my skin is thin
lets others in
too sensitive by far
but my skin is my mother’s soft and yielding


my skin is my father’s strong and pliable
repelling the outer world.

Trisha Broomfield 2022

Seeing Skin

Red marks under breasts from cheap bras


Shoulders indented from their gruesome straps
Patterned knickers from Bargain basements


That folded into young buttocks.
Sanitary belts pulled on cramping stomachs


Later, Nikini pants that chafed between thighs
When those marks of living faded,
And before the winceyette nightie

was pulled on over greasy hair
You could finally see skin

H Moulson 2022

Wasn’t that just wonderful?! Thank you so much, Trisha. Please keep them coming.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon….

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