The Forest of Discarded Raiment

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Ewan

Fri, 05 Aug 2022
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11 comments
 

In the forest of discarded raiment,

Raymond’s puffa jacket is puffed out,

exhausted - hanging from a tree by its sleeve.

But this is not the most disturbing sight,

white is glimpsed at the side of the track:

who goes home without underpants?

With a solitary sock, or a single shoe?

You would not do it, I could not.

What possesses them, those whose clothes

are surplus to requirements and offered,

proffered to the god of mischief,

hidden between the birch and larch,

arching eyebrows and laughing in the silence.

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Another of life's mysteries. Here stuff gets draped over lamposts. So the shedder of clothing not only has to decide to go home without it, they have to climb up a lampost. I think our god of mischief is extremely demanding.

 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

this very phenomenon. If and when we do meet up IRL I'll tell it to you. Like all of my best anecdotes, I am the (anti-)hero.

Thank you for reading, and for sharing the habits of Ebrius Nudus Eboracus.
E x

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Submitted by lenchenelf on

For months, there lay a pair of relatively new, white stilleto court shoes abandoned on the short leafy lane leading to our local amatuer football ground. I wondered at their story. Since the Lioness's victory, an added twist that it may have been a visual protest, of sorts.

Good stuff.

Best as ever

Lena x

 

Submitted by Ewan on

a story there. Why not tell it?
Thanks for your encouragement. It means a lot.

E x

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Submitted by onemorething on

Brilliant. I think perhaps we all try to imagine the hows and whys of discarded raiment. Perfect little poem - it's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations! 

 

Submitted by celticman on

a spareness in the wilderness of the psche. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Something we've all wondered about for sure! Congratulations Ewan - very well deserved golden cherries and poem of the week too!

 

Submitted by Ewan on

as I wrote to Jane, I do have a tale to tell, but it's strictly for IRL.

E x

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Submitted by monodemo on

i really enjoyed that, so much that i read over it a few times. the golden cherries and poem of the week well deserved!!!

mono

Submitted by Ewan on

Very much indeed.

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