LJ’s giving me fits this morning, so I’ll try this super quick to see if it works! The Poetry Stretch at the Miss Rumphius Effect this week was to write poems about articles of clothing. Early in the week, I wrote two for my daily poems–totally different moods and styles.
The Tie That Binds
A tie.
A noose.
It’s neck
abuse
without
excuse.
Don’t be
obtuse.
Don’t try
a truce.
It’s of
no use.
Just cut
it loose!
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Cloche
It rests on the bedside table
next to all the prescription bottles:
a smooth bucket of
peacock blue wool.
It’s in fine shape,
except for one stain
my grandmother won’t explain
(it smells suspiciously
like alcohol).
A black satin sash
wraps the hat
like a mourner’s armband.
At least that’s what it
reminds me of.
But Grandmother says
I’m ridiculous.
She’s glad her youth
sits beside her bed,
keeping her company,
filling her nights
with echoes
of jazz and gin.
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Andi of the wonderful photos and haiku at a wrung sponge is hosting Poetry Friday today. Stop by and enjoy the riches!