Hello Poetry Lovers
Racy title eh? Inspired by the enigmatic Alan Gregory, this is my attempt at a Shoa poem.
And who can resist writing about underwear?! And why do we get through so much of it?! This is a lament to the underwear we have loved and lost. Do read on…
Underlings
Knickers and bras
Grey and dusty
Once splendid
Your life ended
Fit for the bin
But keep in touch
Loose elastic
Loveless and slack
Uninviting
Unexciting
You’ve had your day
Don’t be strangers
Cotton gussets
So soft and new
Reassuring
Somewhat boring
Brings me new life
Give me a ring
My Petticoat
Grows discoloured
Their secret noise
Attracted boys
Now gone silent
Send a postcard
HEM 2026
So, did you think that was a fair assessment, PL’s? With the correct syllable count too!
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….
Heather Moulson 