"The Wednesday Gloves" by Karen Poppy
The Wednesday Gloves
You can and do choose.
Fine cake or country bread,
Satin slippers or wooden shoes,
Beef bourguignon or cabbage head.
Today you choose this:
Pale blue British Isles sky,
Garden disordered with roses,
White gloves for pruning, shelter nearby.
Thin leather fingers, seamed
Candlesticks, fingertips
Waxed soft, polished and cleaned.
Pale palms smooth as petaled lips.
Each velvet bud you nip
With those shears calms
The mind, allows you to slip
Into a simpler place, nursemaid's arms.
All the charms of rustic delight.
Then you discard the gloves,
Wear silk at night.
Photo Credit: Tiffany Cook