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Suit of Clothes


I would conjure
a suit of clothes
and stuff you inside,
like an eagle in a sparrow's nest,
making you bend and twist to fit;
here too loose
here too tight
tie the flapping bits with twine,
perhaps add a cap,
though it doesn't fit right.
Then I would love you
(or hate you)
for how well you wear
my creation.

Something tells me 
here lies madness,
though I suspect
you dress me, too,
in curls and trinkets
of your own devising,
that no more suit  me
than the feathers of a crow
or a peacock's plume.

But let us not break our spirits
over such matters.
I say here now,
I know my duty,
and though I breathe a little sigh,
I will carry my conjured costume for you
back to the chest of dreams
where it belongs.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

6 comments:

Robyn Greenhouse said...

We might wish to change this or that but in the end people are going to be who they already are.

January 19, 2014 at 10:44 AM
Jae Rose said...

If only it were as easy as picking the right clothes..perhaps the costume box should be opened more though..if you play at something sometimes it becomes real..or maybe all of it should be cast away

January 19, 2014 at 1:33 PM
brenda w said...

"Something tells me here lies madness..." Love it!

January 19, 2014 at 4:08 PM
oldegg said...

Love is so foolish; we see, we fall in love and then with it within our grasp we wish to change it, almost like an act of betrayal. How observant this piece is.

January 19, 2014 at 5:59 PM
Sabra Bowers said...

Sometimes we keep our dreams in a box too long. Interesting write.

January 20, 2014 at 7:45 PM
Alice Audrey said...

I've broken up with more than one boyfriend over their projections of me. They try to stuff me into the feathers and trinkets without even realizing what they are doing. I married the one whose idea matched my own so well I couldn't feel the difference.

January 20, 2014 at 8:46 PM