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d’Verse Poets Pub -Come hang with me!
We’re ‘hanging out’ with Lilian tonight
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It hangs forlornly on the
Old cupboard door
Draped now in only memories
It was the favorite hanger the
One used for the very best clothes
A coal miner’s only suit – shiny with wear
A mother’s Sunday dress, home-made
Of yellow, cotton voile
A little girl’s new. first day of school
Dress, the pink one no one else had worn before
A young man’s striped suit for his wedding
This hanger that once witnessed every special
Occasion in a family’s life is
All that remains
Nice perspective on that hanger witnessing a family’s events.
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… lovely
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Wow Candy. How bittersweet and captivating was this poem. Great write!
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Thanks!
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I love how you link that hanger to people and occasions, Candy, in your poignant poem. I especially love the phrase ‘Draped now in only memories’ and that you have included fine details of the suit ‘shiny with wear’, the Sunday dress, ‘home-made / Of yellow, cotton voile’ and the ‘pink one no one else had worn before’.
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If a hanger can have memories…surely you’ve imbued this hanger with that ability. And I wonder if it heard conversations as these particular clothes were taken off or put on….it probably could tell a lot of stories to us! I love your take on the prompt here. So glad you posted!
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Thanks, Lillian! This was a great prompt.
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Not just anyone would imagine writing about a clothes hanger, yet your creative skills have allowed the readers to see the beauty in the ordinary.
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Thanks!
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Wonderful perspective here.
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