Barefoot Poetry

SS Matthews

Feeling the Hook


The robe hook has tarnished
While waiting to suspend
The next frivolous fashion

Robes of white cotton
Pink satin
Even a lavender terry
Has had its stay

A pastel gift of azure fleece
Now recalls a royal blue funk
As frayed threads and stray dark hairs
Still wash in whirlpools down the drain

I could use the hook
To hang a pair of boxers
Perhaps a tee-shirt, or a towel
So it won’t look quite so empty
Won’t feel quite so alone

Today I’ll have to treat it
To a nightgown of nylon and lace
That somehow in haste
Got left behind
In the closet of my mind

SS Matthews


Author: SSMatthews

Author of The Moon and Rowan Wolfe and Wolfe's Banes.

3 thoughts on “Feeling the Hook

  1. mmm….its like the HIS & HER towels….even though HERs is gone, you def still see it hanging there…no matter what you put there trying to fill its spot…i feel you

  2. An empty hook .. what a thing to have… what sadness.. great idea to write on.. I think I would take it down, or pile it..

  3. I liked the clarity of your descriptions and how you personified it.

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