Poetry Stretch Results - What We Wear

The challenge this week was to write a poem about an article of clothing. What fun we had! Here are the results.

Laura Purdie Salas shares two poems this week.

Diane M. Davis shares a poem entitled Ode to felt, and other oddities.

Julie Larios of The Drift Record shares a poem entitled Touriste.

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater left this poem in the comments.

Stocking Hat

Auntie knit
me a hat
in lemon
and peach.
Stripe
by
stripe
down
my
back
inch
by
inch
it
can
reach
to
my
knees.
I can flip it fast
over my shoulder
like the hair
I will have
someday...

when I'm older.

Jane Yolen also left a poem in the comments.

Mittens v Gloves

Mittens make my fingers
meet
like best of friends
out on
the street.
Gloves,
on the other hand,
are like cousins
you can not
stand.

©2009 Jane Yolen

Cindy Blair left this poem in the comments.

baby socks so cute and tiny
with soft padded feet and toenails shiny
one sock could be a finger puppet
or a mitten for your little moppet
raining or snowing
sunny or wind blowing
baby socks will be
the comfort they need

Elaine Magliaro of Wild Rose Reader left this poem in the comments.

TALKING TO MYSELF WHILE SHOPPING FOR A BATHING SUIT

What to do
When you're sixty-two
And sporting post-middle-age spread?
You know that the thong,
My dear, is all wrong!
Just peek in the mirror. Nuff said?

Tiel Aisha Ansari of Knocking From Inside shares a poem entitled The Mortician's Son, on the Custom of Burying Bodies Barefoot.

Harriet from spynotes shares a poem about a hat.

Linda of Write Time shares a poem entitled Last Year's Sneakers.

I wrote several poems this week. Here's one about a beloved skirt.

In a corner of the attic
an old blue trunk
holds a skirt--
white with liberty bells,
American flags,
patriot hats
and all manner of
red, white and blue

Made for me by
the lady next-door
because there were no
sewing machines
in the hospital

My bicentennial solo
derailed by a heart attack

Thirty-three years later
I still know the songs
and long to
fit in that skirt
and sing to my mom.

It's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll it to the list.