Poemy thing
It needs a better title I think.
Visitation
Entering the house
I slip on the enormous, stifling coat.
The familiar weight
settles on my shoulders.
Rough, heavy wool
which has always warmed me,
but was never really my style.
A gift you gave me so young,
I wear now to please you.
Each year it grows more threadbare,
more leaden.
Still I clutch it tight
to tangle and trip my feet
These seams were sewn
by my own hand.
From thread you gave me
I wove the cloth,
designed this unsuitable pattern.
You've grown accustomed to my attire
and admire the fine work.
What will you say
when next I come
wearing nothing at all?
Visitation
Entering the house
I slip on the enormous, stifling coat.
The familiar weight
settles on my shoulders.
Rough, heavy wool
which has always warmed me,
but was never really my style.
A gift you gave me so young,
I wear now to please you.
Each year it grows more threadbare,
more leaden.
Still I clutch it tight
to tangle and trip my feet
These seams were sewn
by my own hand.
From thread you gave me
I wove the cloth,
designed this unsuitable pattern.
You've grown accustomed to my attire
and admire the fine work.
What will you say
when next I come
wearing nothing at all?