Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

The Coat

Some days I wear a coat of wet blankets.
It becomes me,
with its heavy, sweeping hem
damply swirling the world
into chaos as I pass.
It becomes me,
with its drooping shoulders draped
in a  moist muffler,
dripping paindrops from its tassels.
It becomes me,
with a strange, soggy, sincerity,
it becomes me.
And I know if I don’t take it off soon
I’ll become it.

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2 thoughts on “The Coat

  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    Love this one!

    So many good, well-written lines that all contribute towards creating a mood, but I particularly liked ‘dripping paindrops from its tassels’. What a great phrase! 🙂

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