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Halter neck cross-over

by joanie 

Posted: 17 March 2009
Word Count: 44
Summary: For the 'item of clothing' challenge in Flash Poaetry.


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My breasts
now too heavy
to be enclosed
in its soft folds

it lies
snuggled in
the depths of my
tights and knickers

drawer. Fabric
bought with care
to fall correctly,
rolled to avoid

creases, stitched
with precision,
ends its days under
mass-produced tat.







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V`yonne at 22:28 on 17 March 2009  Report this post
I love the way way that first line is both literal and metaphoric, Joan - the pride and sadness of it.

I could never wear a top like that - we'll not go into it ;

FelixBenson at 23:46 on 17 March 2009  Report this post
This is a carefully put together piece. Joanie. A lovely thoughtful poem about those kept and loved pieces of clothing, that we can't quite bear to part with...

The opening stanza sets up a gentle bitter-sweet tone, and I love the rhyme here:
My breasts
now too heavy
to be enclosed
in its soft folds


I like the final irony of it, but I wonder if
mass produced tat
, is quite right? It wasn't quite what I expected - perhaps jarred a little. I expect it was meant to, but I just wonder if there is another way of making your point.. maybe something like:


ends its days under
polyester, nylon,
or man-made rayon


There are too may syllables there...but ...just an idea of a way to say it differently.
Hope this is useful in some way!

Good work, as ever, Kirsty

joanie at 08:01 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Thanks, Kirsty. Yes, I think you're right about the ending; I'll have a re-think. I'll read a few labels and get some ideas!

V`yonne at 11:56 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
elastane stretched thin, Joanie - bet you find a ton of elastine ; I quite liked the mass produced tat though - it was a big contrast and it did surprise but it felt like such a come-down - 'tat'.

Findy at 12:21 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Felt a bit sad reading this...a well loved top folded carefully and kept, not thrown away...I can actually see it lying deep under all those 'mass produced tats' ... is it red in colour...that is what has come to my mind, dont know why...

Beautiful



Nella at 14:14 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Very nice, Joanie. I like this:

Fabric
bought with care
to fall correctly,
rolled to avoid

creases, stitched
with precision


The thought, the care, that went into making the garment ... a scene from everyday life turned into poetry.

Robin

V`yonne at 17:11 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
How strange - I wanted to know whether it was red too...

Findy at 18:18 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Oonah, telepathy...it exists!

joanie at 18:59 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Thank you, everybody! It's actually a swirly, flowery pattern of deep pinks, greys, browns ...... (I've just been upstairs to have a look at it - I loved that top!) I made it years ago and I have never felt that I could throw it out.

V`yonne at 22:35 on 18 March 2009  Report this post
Well maybe a hint at the colours in subtle ways would be nice, Joan. I think the word snuggled made us think of fire and fire is red, Findy ;

joanie at 00:03 on 19 March 2009  Report this post
Check out my post on Flash Poetry!


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