I like the confusion of the first lines - does she collect because she like
or dislikes her hats? Wonderful how this blends into her dislike of her
unlosable ladyshipness
the last two lines, though? a bit pathetic after the amazingness of the
rest.
Terri )O(
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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On
Behalf Of Philip Burton
Sent: 27 September 2002 22:52
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Subject: NEW MEMBER SUBMISSION
I'm glad to be able to join. I look forward to reading your stuff and
receiving your comments, and I also recommend octupus stew.
THE PASSING ON OF HATS
You had this thing for millinery
or, rather, didn't. Didn't care
what lidded you. If it were columnar
your high object was achieved.
Or if it were a scarlet flare
with corky grapes. Or feather starred
fox jaws. Or bandolee'd in finery.
You simply sent your best pin
wrestling the mirror. "La-di-dah"
you'd say, "Baroness Muck," then
sail off to town, in that ladyship way
to net another specimen.
I rummage in the attic. Can't say
where they all have gone.
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