Winter spring clean

Winter spring clean

Looking through my cabinets
at my collection of wearables
I think it’s time for me to divest
for Thanksgiving and Christmas

shoes, clothes, jewellery, makeup
of every brand, material and colour
curlers, clips, spays, wigs; enough
to morph one and transfigure

I took stock of all my shoes.
well over a hundred pairs!
Imelda Marcos, pick and choose
I’ll not be put off by your airs

platforms in silver, gold, black, red, tan
such skills needed walking in them
but flat shoes made my arches collapse
so stuck with orthotic or flip-flops

stood back and surveyed my wardrobe
hangers crammed with office wear
but with new policy “dress for your day”
jeans and t-shirt considered “flair”

then flowing gowns bejewelled for stage
in trailing cloaks, girth’s hard to gauge
but airing them all will take awhile
I pray they don’t go out of style

my makeup drawers are overflowing
with lipsticks one can barely pronounce
I tossed them all into the bed
gave up finally, called ‘em all red

Bobby, Estee, MAC, my best friends
as long as hands know how to blend
matt, shine, contour and shimmer
prep skin first, don’t miss the primer

As for lingerie... we won’t go there
this poem’s not marked as adult fare
let’s just say they have to go
so when in France I can get some more

Oh dear reader, can’t you see
I’d like to cease deliberating,
I’m trying to pare down my choices
but I do so hate wearing the same thing.