When We Go to Lunch
We shall all wear hats
And long floral skirts in the gardenWe’ll sip lavender tea and sparkling wine
And agree to surrender our burdens
When we go to lunch we shall trust that our hats
Hold most of our secrets withinWe’ll eat all our words from silver spoons
And tighten silk bows at our chins
All of our hats shall have a wide brim
To protect the aging of skinAll of our hats shall shadow raised brows
From the gossip we revel in
When we go to lunch we shall try other hats
Stylish or garish or sweetWhen we go to lunch we shall dare all our hats
To flee when we sit down to eat
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| Barbara with her broadside. |
8 comments:
What an intriguing poem, and a perfect selection for this project. I love it! Congratulations to you, Barbara.
Barb, this is charming and beautifully metaphorical. Ah, if only our hats could talk??
Also, I think it sychronicity that we are both writing poems on our luncheons. A reflection, perhaps?
Thanks, Laura. It was a kick seeing my poem this way.
Yes. This is a reflection of many lunches with friends. If you only knew! Thanks, Donna.
love the pic and the poem!
christina
Thanks, Christina. Glad you saw the display too.
This is a lovely poem. The idea of trying on other "hats" is a perfect example of what we women do. I'm happy to share the wall at ABC with you. Patsy
Loved your broadside too, Patsy. I love the idea of the broadsides. Much better than our poems in some dusty file drawer.
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