Five of the Best Poems about Clothes

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The best clothes poems

‘Clothes maketh the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.’ So Mark Twain is thought to have once opined; and yet poetry has been less concerned with the material features of our clothing than we might perhaps expect. How many classic poems about clothing can you name? In this post, we’ve tasked ourselves with choosing five of the very best poems about clothes.

John Donne, ‘To His Mistress Going to Bed’. No sooner have we begun this rundown of some of the greatest clothes poems, and we’re taking them off. Not too hastily, though: Donne’s poem may be regarded as one long literary striptease, as a naked Donne undresses his mistress verbally, one item of clothing at a time. Donne concludes ‘To His Mistress Going to Bed’ by leading by example: ‘Look, to show you how it’s done, I’ll take off…

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“My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

On Monday 9 July, I ran into an acquaintance. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he remarked on how much he had enjoyed reading my collection of poems, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. It is a great feeling to receive a compliment, particularly when it is unsolicited. While the gentleman in question has not (to my knowledge) written a review, “My Old Clock” has received several reviews, including the below, from Audrey Driscoll:

“The first poem in this collection of 74 contains the theme that pervades the entire work – the relentless passage of time. Morris’s verses are products of reflection and mature thought, expressing both resignation and a zest for life.

This poet is not fighting advancing age and eventual death, but lives with an intense awareness of the temporary nature of human lives and preoccupations. “Passing By,” for example, sums this up perfectly in only three lines.

The fleetingness of beauty and attraction are pictured in “Chiffon” and “Dark and Light.” As sadness frequently follows delight / Mourn not, for there can be no dark without the light. The poet’s mixed feelings about his relationships with others are exemplified by “Shall I Sit Out This Dance?” whose last five lines are especially poignant. “What Is A Double Bed?” further explores love, joy, and pain.

Humour is not absent from the collection. “Howling At the Moon,” “Count Dracula Went Out To Dine,” and “It’s Raining Out There,” along with a group of limericks, celebrate the absurdities and quirky angles of life.

A certain amount of social commentary appears in “Crack” and “Girls in Unsuitable Shoes,” which has a touch of wry brilliance.

Climate change is acknowledged by the short poem “Melting Ice.” Of the poems that question progress and technology, perhaps the finest is “Man’s Destiny,” which contrasts the poet’s enjoyment of life’s small pleasures with grandiose aspirations and predictions.

Most of the poems feature pairs of rhyming lines – not rhyming couplets, exactly, because the lines often differ in length and metre. The effect is one of ticking, bringing to mind the clock of the title. In densely packed sequences of short lines, this rhyme pattern can become a bit tedious. “Understanding,” which features a more complex rhyme scheme, is a notable departure. Morris’s poems are distillations of thoughtful life experience, and thus best savoured slowly, like good wine.

Readers will find something here to match any mood, to celebrate life or commiserate with sorrow”.
(For the above review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R1S1VEBI73BGP1/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0735JBVBG.

You can find “My Old Clock I Wind” in the Amazon Kindle store here, http://amzn.eu/gelHFDE. It is also available from Moyhill Publishing and can be found here, http://moyhill.com/clock/).

K Morris reading his poems

I saw flowers on my way

The hands are almost at half past

Lissome

Everyone has their thing

I Know A Young Lady Called Lou

I know a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe,
As my good friend Jane
Cudgeled her brain
Over her husband’s missing shoe …

There was a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe.
While drunk on cheap wine
All seemed fine
And now I have her shoe …

There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past four
I said, “no more,
Tis time for the vicar’s tea!”.

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past 4
I said, “no more!”.
But she did not agree!

The half-Reluctant Rake

Tired.
Undesired.
Would I do it again?
This chain
I make
I can not shake
(Though it causes me pain)
So I return again
And again …

Regret is yet
Another she
Who can not love me.
And, you see
I knew it was so all along
But the strong chain
I made bound
And I found
Myself there again
With a shame
I will not name.

Late Summer Reading: Fight or Flight by Izzy Gacusan

A powerful and moving piece of writing.

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Izzy Gacusan’s short story ‘Fight or Flight’ was Highly Commended in the 2016 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Here it is for your late-summer reading pleasure.

He’d been here before. He was familiar with the peculiarity of this place, but found no solace in this. He awoke just minutes ago, stiff bed sheets poking at him. After a moment’s confusion, his eyes centered and his brain registered. Crowe sat up with harsh velocity and sputtered a swear word before bounding out of the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the screens of the machines that surrounded him. They beeped incessantly, noises screeching into his ears all at once. But worst of all was the smell. It smelt of sterility, a kind of intense cleanliness that stung each time he inhaled. He stood next to the bed assessing the situation, forcing himself to make a decision. Fight or flight? He’d…

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