Saturday 3 January 2015
Serge de Nime
On entry
you are hit by the subtle
hint of damp
midst cherry lipstick stained Mayfair
reeking menthol,
deep dance beats clash
with the gossip girls
who are biting nails
and twirling hair at the desk.
Rows of indigo blue
cast a northern cadaverous light,
stitched, riveted
and artistically hung
ready starched
and shrunk to fit
those trendy boys
attached to willowy girls
entwined arms around hips.
Leafing through the pairs
they start a sway in the ranks
picking the favorites
then slope off
for a changing booth
to rearrange the fit.
3/1/15
A magpie tale prompt.
Labels:
denim,
fashion,
magpie tales,
poem.,
poetry,
sergedenimes,
shopping,
youth
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Les vetements qui viennent de Nime. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteMerci mon cher!! x
ReplyDeleteExcellent visions!
ReplyDelete"Shrunk to fit those trendy boys."
ReplyDeleteThat's it.
To rearrange the fit - brilliant!
ReplyDeletethat´s imagination..!!
ReplyDeleteI like the outdoorsy elements that play off this trendy setting.
ReplyDeleteA witty & effective hymn to denim!
ReplyDeletevery creative!
ReplyDeleteA very creative androgynous inference !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write...maybe your finest...
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