Sunday, December 24, 2006

Change

She comes home, takes off her sober
suit and blouse, undoes her plait so her
auburn hair falls down her back.

She makes a cup of tea and looks
through the clothes in her wardrobe
ignoring the business like outfits

Black velvet and lace, satin and frills
floor sweeping skirts and flowing sleeves
embroidered Chinese cheongsams

She drinks her tea and chooses a dress
puts on stockings and make up
glitter and perfume, a flower in her hair

Off with her partner to go out clubbing
all her old colleagues would say
how she's changed.


Change for Sunday Scribblings

4 comments:

Becca said...

I love the transformation that occurs in this poem. From the sober suit and blouse to the black velvet and lace...how exciting!

Great poem, and viewpoint for this prompt :)

my backyard said...

Hmm, is the implication that she hasn't really changed that much, that it's just her exterior that's been altered?

Bruja Bella said...

I like this poem - I know how it feels to be one thing at work and to be another when you get home.

I remember reading of a woman who as soon as she got home from work she would shower in order to shower the day away, get into her "real" clothes and play music, light candles and just be in her space, separate from her job.

So many people become their jobs and weirdly these are people who usually don't even like their jobs!

Great effort, and happy holidays. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

Hi there, thanks for your comments.

My backyard, well no she hasn't changed as such, she just has different images for different places and times. (Well okay this is me, I have different images for different times and places too).

Bruja Bella, thanks for your story too!