Red Hats in an Organ Loft

She wears red dresses these days,
sometimes with black patent shoes
and inside the rotting piano case
she keeps a little nip of gin.
It keeps the sparkle that she used
to have when she wore white
and trickled down the aisle into the
warm sunlight outside, tripping over
the gravestone that had no expiry date.
Now when she plays at weddings,
she wears a red hat
but definitely no knickers.



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Written on 2010-11-25 at 20:16

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Dee Daffodil
What ??? Is there something wrong with NOT wearing knickers ??? LOL

Nice writing Elle !
Hugs,
Dee
2010-12-17


ngaio Beck
Wonderful imagery. So she doesn't wear knickers? So what? Everyone lives in hope,and nobody wants to be encumbered,(when their big moment comes)
2010-12-14



Why no knickers? Is she becoming forgetful in her dotage? Damn, I knew I forgot something!

; )
jim
2010-11-26


countryfog
John said it exactly . . . I love this portrait that, some days, becomes what we see in the mirror.
2010-11-26


NicholasG
Don't we all wish she was among our circle of friends!
:-)
Thank you for the colourful portrait.
Nick
2010-11-25


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the seriousness hidden within the hilarity. Solid imagery.
Thanks for sharing!

Regards,
John.
2010-11-25