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Five of the Best Poems about Clothes

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The best clothes poems

‘Clothes maketh the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.’ So Mark Twain is thought to have once opined; and yet poetry has been less concerned with the material features of our clothing than we might perhaps expect. How many classic poems about clothing can you name? In this post, we’ve tasked ourselves with choosing five of the very best poems about clothes.

John Donne, ‘To His Mistress Going to Bed’. No sooner have we begun...

“My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

[image error]On Monday 9 July, I ran into an acquaintance. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he remarked on how much he had enjoyed reading my collection of poems, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. It is a great feeling to receive a compliment, particularly when it is unsolicited. While the gentleman in question has not (to my knowledge) written a review, “My Old Clock” has received several reviews, including the below, from Audrey Driscoll:

“The first poem in this collection of 74 contains th...

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
Who had very long blonde hair.
At nesting time
I wrote a rhyme
For the birds that nested there …

K Morris reading his poems

I saw flowers on my way

The hands are almost at half past

Lissome

Everyone has their thing

Lissome

She
Is not for me.
Lissome as a fawn.
A work of art.
Many a heart
Will be torn
Apart
By her.

I swear
That I will not go there,
Not that she would be interested anyway!
But stay,
She looks this way …!

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I Know A Young Lady Called Lou

I know a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe,
As my good friend Jane
Cudgeled her brain
Over her husband’s missing shoe …

There was a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe.
While drunk on cheap wine
All seemed fine
And now I have her shoe …

There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past four
I said, “no more,
Tis time for the vicar’s tea!”.

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past 4
I said, “no more!”.
But she did not agree!

The half-Reluctant Rake

Tired.
Undesired.
Would I do it again?
This chain
I make
I can not shake
(Though it causes me pain)
So I return again
And again …

Regret is yet
Another she
Who can not love me.
And, you see
I knew it was so all along
But the strong chain
I made bound
And I found
Myself there again
With a shame
I will not name.

Late Summer Reading: Fight or Flight by Izzy Gacusan

A powerful and moving piece of writing.

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Izzy Gacusan’s short story ‘Fight or Flight’ was Highly Commended in the 2016 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Here it is for your late-summer reading pleasure.

He’d been here before. He was familiar with the peculiarity of this place, but found no solace in this. He awoke just minutes ago, stiff bed sheets poking at him. After a moment’s confusion, his eyes centered and his brain registered. Crowe sat up with harsh velocity a...

I Know A Young Lady Called Heather

I know a young lady called Heather
Who being light as a feather
Wears not
A lot
When the weather
Is hot
As we walk together
Through the heather …