The shirts of Edgar aged 26
(The hands of Violet Elsie aged 40 if the
truth were known)
Perhaps it starts
with the shirts
the three shirts
all so badly made by his mother and sisters
big enough for two
large men to walk abreast
long enough for a
night shirt
such a trial for a
young man already so ill fitting in his own skin
Violet Elsie can
hardly bear to look at him
all tufts of hair
and skin emerging
from volumes of
the stiffest white shirting
Violet Elsie is a
seamstress of very high regard
she can turn a
man’s shirt in an afternoon and so she does
chopping them into
almost twice the number all beautifully
resewn
such a puzzle it
must be
for his family to
see him dressed in such quality
and the quantity bewildering
for neither Edgar
nor Violet Elsie ever told them
where the extra
shirts had came from
And so Edgar is in her
debt
which is where she
likes to keep people
and with such an
intimate favour
the shirts her
hands have made daily touching his very skin
her strange relationship
with Edgar begins
This is a small piece of family folklore, taken from a short story called 'Ruff and Honours', which I am planning to use as inspiration for a work of art. Working it into a poem seemed the best way to transmit it from one medium to another.
this made me smile, a lot! terrific
ReplyDeleteI don't want this beginning to end! I just want to know more, the middle and the end too or the never ending of it. This is a temptation of a poem /story, a tantalising feel, the threads of a shirt on skin, now I want the skin!
ReplyDeleteFabulous. This needs to be a verse novel Mikaela!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I will work out how to send you the short story tomorrow.
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