Sunday Scribblings --- Thief!

I know the idea behind Sunday Scribblings is that we write something fresh and new off the prompt, and up to now, anything I've posted has been written in that way, but this week's prompt immediately reminded me of one of my poems that I'd like to share (and as I didn't share a poem on Poetry Thursday, maybe this can be a hybrid post this week?). Also, we're enjoying the tail end of a heatwave (looks like the rain will come today), so I want to spend as much time outdoors as I can before that happens, and therefore it's easier to use "one I made earlier".


Confession

Woolworths, Bolgers, Todds
lay out their stalls.
Everything you need to be a woman.
Reds and pinks and peachy shades
for lips -- Catch that man,
Catch that boy.
We have all the tools right here.

I am thirteen.
Stashed at the back of my wardrobe:
three copies of Jackie, a Romeo,
a palette of greens;
a palette of blues;
a little tub of gunmetal grey
for eyes.

Best days are Saturdays,
mid-afternoon, especially
if the countrywomen are around.
They ask questions, distract
the saleswomen, who know,
when they see us,
or think they know.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.
I light candles, pray for my sins,
but neglect to put my penny
in the box beneath the candles.
Sin on sin. I promise myself
to put it right. Next time
I will put it right.

Next time we're in town
Roches has a sale.
Busy in every department.
I come home
with four embroidery silks,
a brown leather purse, quite small,
and lipstick -- scarlet, scarlet, scarlet --
a shade I've never worn.


There will be some proper Sunday Scribblings HERE, and for a story of "If you Build It, They will come", there's my post yesterday HERE.