Silk Stockings

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, “Last Legs”

You (if like me) may also be on your last legs.

And, hey, those are great legs you’ve got there too.

So go with them! How about a poem about legs? Yours or anyone else’s. Including any other creature.


Roll on those silk stockings
with straight seams up the back
that seem to go on forever.
Fasten them, slip your feet
into black high heels, and then look
in the mirror, you sexy thing.
No matter your type of legs,
nothing will ever make them
look better.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Silk Stockings

  1. well done – miss the sexy seams


  2. Sumana Roy says:

    a witty take..

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  3. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Yes indeed!


  4. Ella says:

    Fun! And so true~


  5. ManicDdaily says:

    Ha. Very charming. Thanks. k.


  6. This causes me to want to slip into just the thing, Sara!! So alluring and well said!! 🙂


  7. ihatepoetry says:

    Sizzling good.


  8. Sanaa says:

    Quite a sensual poem…! Loved it 😀


  9. Goodness, I remember wearing stockings with seams and those garter belts.


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