Let me put on
this blazer
with brooch,
pull back my hair
into a tight
knot.
There.
Will that
do?
Perhaps you'd prefer
this red silk
dress
bare legs
and spiked
heels
or this flowery
innocent
shirtwaist?
No? This strapless
tube, then
you can see
the ring
in my
navel. Pull.
You long
for leather
and high boots
with a whip?
Even now
you're in charge.
Oh, you want me to
unzip my skin
for you?
Here, let me
fold it
onto this chair.
Happy now?
This week's prompt was to use this everyday topic [clothes] to inspire poetry.


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Enjoyed that. I love Plath, and at moments in your poem I hear her:
"You long
for leather
and high boots
with a whip?"
Nice.
Posted by: Rethabile | 04 February 2008 at 01:03 AM
Very well controlled monologue about control
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | 04 February 2008 at 01:18 AM
Oh this has me grinning from ear to ear! Splendid.
Posted by: Jo | 04 February 2008 at 06:31 AM
What a woman! Tempatation personified...nicely put.
Posted by: UL | 04 February 2008 at 07:59 AM
Biting close. Nothing ever quite right. Initially I thought she was seeking someone else's approval, by the close for me it was a conversation with self.
Posted by: | 04 February 2008 at 08:38 AM
Sorry. Hit post before signing off.
Posted by: susan | 04 February 2008 at 08:39 AM
very nice, i like it.
Posted by: Leigh Lear | 04 February 2008 at 08:55 AM
I liked the monologue very much..
Posted by: gautami | 04 February 2008 at 09:52 AM
Our clothing is a second skin, announcing us to the world. A lighthearted poem with a message.
Posted by: Christine | 04 February 2008 at 10:44 AM
I love the way this is written! Very few words that tell a gigantic, universal story!
Posted by: Linda Jacobs | 04 February 2008 at 03:43 PM
Love the sarcasm in it.
Posted by: Cathy | 04 February 2008 at 06:19 PM
Ah, thank you, Cathy. For awhile there, I feared I had lost my edge.
I *thought* I had written an angry, bitter rant on gender. In fact, I hesitated to post this, afraid it was so sharp it might cut the reader.
But -- no.
Posted by: SB | 04 February 2008 at 07:22 PM
I especially like the title and how it ends. It does bite a bit, but it should, shouldn't it?
Posted by: ...deb | 04 February 2008 at 10:21 PM
Ouch! Oh the expectations society places on us and our appearance.
Posted by: sister AE | 04 February 2008 at 10:58 PM
Unzip my skin for you? It sounds so painful it must be tongue in cheek! (I hope)
Posted by: Sweet Talking Guy | 05 February 2008 at 04:23 PM
Very interesting tone, and a fine poem. I hear the pursued and the aggressor in this voice. Engaging blend...
Posted by: Rob Kistner | 05 February 2008 at 06:00 PM
i loved how each peice of clothing held its own stereotypical assignment... and then there are people like me that are more at home in rag sthan anything else....
Posted by: paisley | 07 February 2008 at 08:37 PM
Lovely poem -- I'm particularly intrigued by the stanza about the navel ring. The use of "pull" is really surprising. Nice job!
Posted by: Jessica | 10 February 2008 at 08:18 AM