My Scarves Poem by Maureen Pickford

My Scarves



There hangs a rainbow
on the wardrobe door.
Lit up with sunlight,
reflecting a glow
of vibrant colours
a shimmering show.

Silky fabric
spilling onto the floor.
I know I've enough
but I still want more.

They' re a finishing touch
with a jaunty bow.
They can cheer me up
when I'm feeling low.

Thrown over my shoulder,
tucked under my chin,
I can stride outside
feeling confident!

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