Uriah Hamilton

A Woman’s Jacket - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

She thought that I
Was a simple servant
To hang a woman’s jacket
When she enters a room,
To remain downcast
Despite the aroma of her perfume.

I had no desire to undeceive her;
I happened to be there
To visit her husband,
A friend from a former life,
But once I saw his wife,
I had no intentions
To become reacquainted with him.

I gazed at the splendor of her hair,
The majesty of her shoulders,
The elegant way she walked.

I then took her perfumed jacket
Like an obliging servant
And swiftly slipped out of the house
With that jacket and my lovely thoughts.

Perhaps, in a few more years,
I’ll attempt to visit my friend again.

Comments about A Woman’s Jacket by Uriah Hamilton

  • (12/25/2009 4:02:00 AM)

    Subtle, haunting, and poignant as the scent of the woman's
    perfume. No one speaks the language of romance
    better than you, my friend.10/10.


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  • (12/25/2009 3:38:00 AM)

    i love this its great very funny, i LOOOOVE it.....10+ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 13, 2010

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