The Feathered Hat
One afternoon, with nothing much to do
I found myself in a dusty old shop
Looking at the past, looking for clues
When I saw it, there on the shelf top
A hat so lovely it made my heart stop
A piece of blue felt fashioned into a cap
With black feathers that cascaded down
Down along my cheek with a subtle wrap
And a tiny net wrapping my face around
I stared in the mirror not making a sound
Transformed from a plain country girl
Into a glamorous vamp from the city
Giving life an exciting downtown whirl
It was magical; I was more than pretty
I felt sexy, gorgeous and so very witty
The hat and I had many dreams together
It was the first of my vintage collection
That blue hat with the sweet black feather
With the past just one small connection
My old blue hat, a cause for reflection
For Carol's contest....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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