The
words slip
from
her ruby lips
like
small, perfect
pearls:
prove your
love;
bring me
cashmere.
I
have armies march,
wars
waged,
diplomats
barter,
thieves
steal,
thousands,
tens
of
thousands die.
I
bring her
proof
of my love.
And
she stares.
I
asked, she said,
for
cashmere;
not
Kashmir.
L.L.
Barkat heard Thursday from an advertising agency in Berlin, who ran across one
of our TweetSpeak poetry jam poems on cashmere – and wants to use it in an
advertisement or catalog. And they’re interested in poems about cashmere. So I
got inspired. I’m not sure if this is exactly what they’re looking for,
however. Check the T.S. Poetry Press Facebook page to see if anyone else got
lured into writing a cashmere poem.
Painting: Cashmere by John Singer Sargent
(1908); in the collection of Bill Gates. The painting is of Singer’s niece,
wearing a cashmere shawl in nine different poses.
You sleigh me. :)
ReplyDeleteiLove cashmere. It is never too cold. It is never too hot. It is always just right, like the baby bear's porridge. Year round.
ReplyDeleteGlynn! this is terrific; the beginning so romantic, the twist at the end. You did get... inspired :)
ReplyDeleteHa! On the first day of the prompt, my true love gave to me...one Kashmir goat...
ReplyDeleteStill smiling!
ReplyDeleteNever...
ReplyDeletei say NEVER
let a man
go
shopping for you.
Clever. Very clever.
ReplyDeleteI'm wearing a purple cashmere wrap as I type.
ReplyDeleteAnd you are clever. Very clever!
Loved this, Glynn. So well done. And I third the 'clever, very clever' motion. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLove the twist woven into your final lines! And I add my voice to the chorus, "Clever, very clever!"
ReplyDeleteThis poem has been with all day. It's engaging and funny and terrifying all at the same time. It dramatizes how differently men and women think.
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