Tonight's Poet Corner: Seven Scarves For Julie
Seven Scarves For Julie
by Belinda Roddie
Julie wore the black scarf for the weekdays,
wrapped against her neck and tucked under
her chin, her smile still beaming in the frost.
She changed it up a bit on weekends, switching
from red to green to gold to blue to white. She had
six colorful scarves, a bundle of rainbow mirth.
But usually, she wore the black scarf.
When her boyfriend dragged her out of bed
one night to see the stars above the gray canvas
circus tents erected for the summer, Julie wore
the black scarf out of habit, but once they had
perched themselves on the balcony rail, he offered her
a seventh scarf - a tie-dyed one that, he claimed,
he colored himself. And when Julie commented on
how long it was, her boyfriend replied, "In that case,
we'll wear it at the same time, so we can both
be warm, together, even in the frost."
by Belinda Roddie
Julie wore the black scarf for the weekdays,
wrapped against her neck and tucked under
her chin, her smile still beaming in the frost.
She changed it up a bit on weekends, switching
from red to green to gold to blue to white. She had
six colorful scarves, a bundle of rainbow mirth.
But usually, she wore the black scarf.
When her boyfriend dragged her out of bed
one night to see the stars above the gray canvas
circus tents erected for the summer, Julie wore
the black scarf out of habit, but once they had
perched themselves on the balcony rail, he offered her
a seventh scarf - a tie-dyed one that, he claimed,
he colored himself. And when Julie commented on
how long it was, her boyfriend replied, "In that case,
we'll wear it at the same time, so we can both
be warm, together, even in the frost."
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