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Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant

In Burlap Did He Laugh: Hexsonnetta

In burlap did he laugh,
the huskiness of mirth
to occupy the dearth
of sound. A photograph
beside the paragraph;
her testament of worth.

In satin does she weep,
cold buttons in her lap.
The invocations tap
an estuary deep.
Like flutterings in sleep
they flood the aching gap.

She penned his epitaph:
In Burlap Did He Laugh.

3/26/18

Burlap and Satin

Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens

The roof grows crack
The burlap sack
Coarse daytime
The internal rhyme
The needles of strife
The burlap life
The people ragtag
The burlap bag
The filigree of labour
The burlap savour
The blue attachment
For

Burlap and Satin

In burlap, she had always clad her dreams

          And tucked away the rations of her hope

                    But choices that now lay a-fraying seams

    

Burlap and Satin

BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough the silken liner
Smooth is the burlap binder???
Coarse touch soft brush
Weave me, cling to me of skin
Jute plant fibers touch

Burlap and

Burlap and Satin

On the porch, clouds covering the sun
Memories flood like spring rain
Remembering those times long ago
Of burlap times and pain

There was no hope for satin gowns
Calico was my dress
Then times were harder that one year
Adults were really stressed

Daddy bought the animal feed
In sacks of printed cloth
Mama got enough matching bags
Untouched by dreaded moth

Two skirts were made

Burlap and Satin Rewind

I’m awake by 6:00.
While stars shimmer
I jostle my husband
Who sleeps soundly
Upon dampened sheets.

Tom is burlap 
While I am satin.
Wishing myself out
Of my cartoon pajamas
I struggle lifting his
Aged body from his bed.

My back aches
While I dress Tom
Thinking of those satin
Tahitian nights and
Playful lagoon floating
Over conch shells 
With my handsome
Burlap man.

Slideshow memories
Of Satin and Burlap
Times stamped in

Burlap and Satin

A blind date
sprung on two unwary victims.
He turned up early in suit and tie
obviously uncomfortable with
a situation beyond his comfort zone.

She showed up on time
dressed in an elegant clean cut dress
wearing high heels and
a subtle touch of perfume,
oozing confidence, yet
carrying herself with class.

An introductory handshake,
soft and coarse, gentle and firm,
set the ball rolling.

Over dinner he

Burlap and Satin

Burlap and satin went to the dance
It was held at the old Fisher Barn
Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack
Adorned with a drawstring of yarn

Satin sported a shimmery weave
Trimmed with buttons of gold
The glossy attire was flawless
And was quite a sight to behold

Burlap took satin by the hand
And together they started to dance
When a stray strand

Burlap and Satin

Kickin’ ass farm chores in floral print dress
Lipstick is sticky and hair’s all a mess
Binder twine blisters that tuck a loose tress
Crankin’ old Allis but with mom’s finesse
 
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin


Fertile fields plowin’ and dust in excess
Barley seeds planted with such fine caress
Rakin’ up hay for the bales of success
Dreamin’

Burlap and Satin

Loud, rowdy, coarse,
a bit rough around the edges,
more likely to say “Shut Up!”
than “Quiet Please.”

Jeans, well worn,
faded by harsh winds,
and searing sun.
face to match.

The “gods?”
diabolical match makers.

Soft spoken, silky smooth,
edges buffed,
hushed a room
on entering.

Tailored,
off the rack,
draped on artistic
magnificence,
smiling……that…
smile.


©3/21/2018

submitted too – Burlap and Satin – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen

Burlap and Satin

Children of today
 have no clue as to the games we played.
Hand me downs of clothes and shoes
 were unknown to  face book news.
Yet, we were safe and happy,
 alright, that sounds sappy.
Back then you saved for something new
 afraid your friends might see thru you.
The dresses and the shoes
 came from family members

Burlap and Satin

Considered a debonair through and through

I got used to the most expensive hotels.

And I was catered to and pampered, that's true,

oft dinning on steaks and oysters on half shells.

But I fell in love with the country in you,

and before I knew it, I heard wedding bells;

moved to the homestead, and watched the pigs fatten,

a combination

Green Satin and Burlap

She was wearing her green satin dress,
      soft and silky;
often, she would touch the fabric to caress,
she was sleek elegant with skin milky.
      On a park bench she was reading,
      a book of poetry old;
    stopping at

Burlap and Satin

“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
	the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
	Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
	He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”

	Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
	If you marry, think of how poor you will be.
	You’ll not get one cent

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