Itchy and scratchy with threads coming loose
Burgundy sunset woven into the sleeve
It once was your mother's and now it is his
To do whatever he pleases it seems
He doesn't want to wear it anymore
It looks ugly on him
Clashes with his personality and fair fair skin
So he tries to sell it off in an auction of barn
But no one want's the hand me down
It's too fragile and broken
So he leaves it on the street
Where old sweaters should be
Tied up on the lamppost for everyone to see
It's broken label
And it's poor old sowing
Come undone in the rain and break even more so
Why have I become I sweater?
Does no body love cotton and polyester?
I was brought to life with care and love
Except now no body cares what I was made from.
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Author:
Jo Middleton (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2018 05:28
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
BRILLIANT jo ! 😊 and i feel very sorry for the sweater.. seems nobody wants this sweater , eventually it ends up on a lampost for all to see, so sad .. it speaks to me of a girl who feels unloved and unwanted . you really have some great way with words, i love how you used the idea of an unwanted sweater .. nicely done 😊
a sweater which has loose threads , and is itchy and scratchy .. maybe somebody needs to re-invent this sweater , make it less itchy , less scratchy, sow the threads back together .. then the sweater will be wanted... there is nothing wrong with you jo and you seem like a lovely person , , i can relate to feeling unwanted... i think maybe people need to take more notice of this sweater and realise it is still worth something , it should not be discarded or left alone, the sweater needs to be treated with love , just like the broken girl , she needs to heal ..
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