Summer Clothes

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now, hands up who had to quickly sort out their summer clothes? As I suspected, all of us!

Where did this heatwave come from?! Why are we always caught out by this every summer?! And when you drag these poor clothes out, they look pale and uninspiring!

Fantastic poet, Trisha Broomfield has summed this frustration up nicely and poignantly in a super pantoum.

Do read on, it will strike a chord in all of us!

Summer Clothes

My summer clothes are raggedy

they slump about all limp on chairs,

no elegance, a tragedy.

Pink dresses layered in cat hairs

they slump about all limp on chairs.

The mirror never shows me smart,

pink dresses layered in cat hairs

in winter dressing is an art

the mirror never shows me smart,

linen crumpled, viscose creased.

In winter dressing is an art

boobs are hidden not released

linen crumpled, viscose creased,

with corns and bunions on display

boobs are hidden not released

white sandals have been out since May

with corns and bunions on display.

No elegance, a tragedy

white sandals have been out since May

my summer clothes are raggedy.

Trisha Broomfield 2025

Wasn’t that a lovely wistful piece?! Thank you so much, Trisha and more please. We’ve got a wardrobe in all of us, so poems on a postcard please to….

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