The Corner Thrift Store
She wears simple clothes
with not a tear in the fabric,
with not a single button missing,
bought from the corner thrift store—
a scarf the color of buckwheat honey;
a skirt as black as a bell at midnight;
a chemise beaded with row upon row
of tiny white shells
gathered just before dawn.
I never tire of watching her
in her element:
the thrift store at the corner,
where the sidewalk is almost level,
and a sign in the window
says they have an opening
for someone who speaks Latin—
perhaps she will apply.
Posted on May 3, 2015, in poetry, Sunday's Whirligig, The Poetry Pantry and tagged bell, clothes, element, honey, Latin, level, opening, row, simple, store, tear, tire. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
What a great glimpse in to the life of someone…people watching is such a joyful past time.
very nice sharing; hope she gets the job
much love…
This is very cool, a thrift store shopper who speaks Latin….smiles.
Well, of course! 😉
On Sun, May 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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This is absolutely magical..!
Loved this poem 😀
xoxo
you have drawn such an excellent portrait of this woman – we would know her if we saw her 🙂
I really like the portrait you have drawn with your words. I feel as if I know her.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2015/04/where-im-from.html
Oh I just love this – I can see her so vividly – and I am a little in love with her and cheering her on – whatever she decides 🙂
i like the chemise and the rows, because it contrast with the rows of a planted plot of land
My Brain is a Cheap Gadget That Spins
I hope she really speak Latin .. Great description of the lady, she seems to dress in thrift store clothes because she like it, not because she have yo though,
This is a difficult combination of wordle words and you created such a seamless and beautiful story out of them 🙂
nice view into a moment of someones’ life.
nice one
speaking Latin is a bit surprising, though such surprises make life interesting..
I loved this, a few seconds observation; a story evolves and the readers are entranced.
Wow a wonderful poem. Thanks so much for sending me the Whirligig words — I am back from my travels now and would love to get them ahead of time again.
Ah Latin and funky dresser, she is sure to get the job!!
Beautifully written .. I really loved this poem 🙂
Wow…I like her ‘speaks Latin’, such a sophisticated bouquet…
Well, if the prompt word had been Navajo or Spanish or German, I would have used that. Latin speakers are such a rare species in our world! 😉
On Tue, May 5, 2015 at 6:40 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Those wordle things make for strange bedfellows. Latin is such a dead language only the thrift store and the neat lady could bring it to life.
Lovely poem, the description was very visual.