coat the colour of darkness

I’m wearing a coat of heavy, stifling wool

colour of darkness

the weight of it stoops my shoulders

bottom hem grinds against the ground

a trail of darkness

of woolen blood dripping behind

undo the buttons of bone

pool of darkness

as the coat cascades down

designed by a mad tailor

sewn in the darkness

mine forever, forever mine


13 thoughts on “coat the colour of darkness

  1. phylor August 26, 2015 / 5:17 am

    I think I ran out of comment space! My reply to unique and frumpy would be uniumpy? frumique?
    The possibilities are endless.
    My wardrobe, having given it much thought, is unique and unusual, so I guess it’s unisual?


  2. summerstommy2 August 24, 2015 / 11:14 pm

    I hear what you are saying, in low moments we do have these thoughts….


  3. Valida Faire August 24, 2015 / 10:00 pm

    WOW, this blew me away (in a good, though sad of course, way), Phylor. Marvelous images, words, phrases–painting a vivid picture I can too well relate to. I dare say I have the same coat in my closet, possibly a different size. All my best to you, friend.


    • phylor August 24, 2015 / 10:32 pm

      I originally wrote this a while ago. I’m cleaning out my draft files and taking the plunge.
      But there are resonances with a poetry journal I kept with entries going back to the late 1970s. That is very sad and very scary.
      Just as it is to recognize some else’s coat of darkness in your closet.


      • Valida Faire August 24, 2015 / 11:45 pm

        Wow, you kept a poetry journal going back to the 70’s–I’m impressed. I tended to destroy work left and right, each time I went through a traumatic period of change…

        On a light note regarding recognizing we each have similar coats of darkness in our closets–it makes me think of the year I started high school. Apparently several moms shopped at Penney’s (where selection was somewhat limited, but with a full range of sizes), as my pretty new outfit was identical to several other girls throughout that first week of classes!


        • phylor August 25, 2015 / 4:22 pm

          That’s quite funny about the outfits!


          • Valida Faire August 25, 2015 / 4:38 pm

            It is now–young girls don’t see the humor at the time!


            • phylor August 26, 2015 / 2:01 am

              I can imagine. The thought did cross my mind, it wasn’t quite as funny at the time.


              • Valida Faire August 26, 2015 / 2:06 am

                Our identities were wrapped in our clothes….now mine is simply covered by them.


                • phylor August 26, 2015 / 2:12 am

                  In high school, each clique had its own dress code. I hung with a group whose clothes said grunge before garage music from the west coast caught on. As you can imagine, my parents weren’t too pleased.


                  • Valida Faire August 26, 2015 / 2:17 am

                    Oh dear. I dressed quite modestly, so escaped much attention…


                    • phylor August 26, 2015 / 2:38 am

                      I find it funny now to think how clothes differenced me back then.
                      I’m never been particularly stylish. I don’t even know what my current wardrobe/”dress code” would be called!


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