These last few days of NaPoWriMo have found me a bit frantic. I’m in the midwest visiting and attending to family business and have had to squeeze in teaching online, traveling, and writing.
My sister and I found a few hours to fit in some antique, resale and vintage clothes shopping. We browsed and tried on hats (of course) which resulted in my poem for the day (with illustrations).
April 27 – Hats
The stately trilby
makes me think of avenging John Steed
poised with his deadly umbrella.
The top hat, this one in beaver
source of the diminishment of a species
now the hat itself has gone extinct.
The pixie hat, all brown velvet
plushed brim , worn by an elf
over an impish spangling smile
The Ascot red straw
brimming from ear to ear
for a woman of substance
Slight summer weaves
in raffia or straw conceived
to take the heat
Put a story on exhibition,
or change your disposition
at the drop of a hat.
We’ll see what the next three days bring!
Now heading over to Judith’s Hat Attack where hats are always in session. A new post is forthcoming.