There used to be a Homburg,
a serious kind of headwear.
Business-like, hardened felt
on the shiny patches where
the fingers gripped
to don and doff.
Galoshes stood guard below
the carved mahogany in
the corner. Camelhair
in darkest blue hid
the polished wooden
skeleton, then.
Now, boots below are shinier:
a different sort of headgear,
serious still, flashing peak,
lightning bolt letters -
sharp silver buttons -
on a black coat.
Comments
jennifer | March 1, 2009 - 10:50
Ah, the good old days..
My 14 year old pupils have never heard of tweed. This upsets me greatly!
J x
lenchenelf | March 1, 2009 - 13:09
Corker! Barbed wire sharp Ewan yet how many layers ?:-)
atb L
Silver Spun Sand | March 1, 2009 - 13:14
I had a camelhair coat once - it was sort of, well ... camel coloured.
Like this a lot, Ewan:-)
Tina
Ewan | March 1, 2009 - 13:50
Mine is just the colour described in the poem... am I secretly a Nazi???
Silver Spun Sand | March 1, 2009 - 14:42
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littleditty | March 1, 2009 - 14:49
new hat old hatstand -dapper indeed :)
chuck | March 1, 2009 - 18:03
Another gem Ewan. There's something very ominous about that polished wooden skeleton.
threeleafshamrock | March 1, 2009 - 23:54
This brought me back! Nice one Ewen!
Chris