Satin gown with silver lights,
Ruby knickers, pearly tights,
Golden bangles, golden hair,
Bedecked, bejewelled now I share
My inner secrets with the mirror.
(Malicious glint from open razor)
And saucily adjust
The saggy outline of my bust.
At last, full length before the glass
I thoroughly inspect myself... I pass.
And, leading off with padded bra,
I waddle out towards the car.
I drive along, irresolute,
Towards the Women's Institute
And there between the cups of tea
We talk of sex equality..
And how the latest clothes express
A girl's desire for unisex.
I think my smile of irony.
Should symbolize our unity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) I had to re-read this poem...I remember I read it the soon you post it, but I could not at the time leave a comment; so, today I'm enjoying it again...apart from its theme, I mostly enjoyed: its rhythm, flow, rhyme and especially its wit and humor. Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you, Mihaela. It was inspired by someone who didn't pass off very well as a woman! He was too tall and angular and not particularly pretty either! A lot of poetic licence then! Tom