Garter Belts

Posted on September 25, 2020 by 
Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #38:  A Helping String  (posted by Rommy)

"Think about things that act like a koshihimo (things meant
only as a temporary or hidden support)."


Then there were
those naughty
nylons.  Black 
seams divided
back of legs, fish-
nets tattooed sexy,
sculpted limbs.  Nude,
taupe, brown, and
black.  What held
these silken coverings
in perfect place?  Garter 
belts.  Some were lacy, 
some basic hardware.  All
had hanging clips.
You opened them,
put the stocking top
over the round piece,
and slid the fastener
into place  Voila!
You smoothed down
your skirt or dress,
and the garters
remained hidden . . .
unless of course,
they didn't.

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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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21 Responses to Garter Belts

  1. Jordan Hoggard says:
    September 25, 2020 at 12:25 am

    Nice! HAWT is a word for the way you meandered in and then hit the gas to launch at the end like an F1 race car. The language in Garter Belts induces and abducts, draws out travel as you mapped out the leggings and the architecture of the whole setup…

    “and the garters
    remained hidden . . .
    unless of course,
    they didn’t.”

    THAT is an ending! Blue Ribbon Gold Star Excellence in poetry.

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  2. Jim says:
    September 25, 2020 at 2:22 am

    No wonder my mom always envied the German girls, she said because they didn’t wear hose nor did they shave their legs. I could see the harry legs, that didn’t bother me a bit. Never a word of hose or garters, she wouldn’t talk about the those, not her, to males ate least. I wouldn’t have enjoyed it then had she complained.
    ..

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    September 25, 2020 at 3:15 am

    Haha, glad to know someone else who remembers wearing them! How sexy they seemed, and yet how glad we were when tights came in. Love your poem and especially the ending.

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  4. oldegg says:
    September 25, 2020 at 7:24 am

    I can remember as a late teen when all of a sudden women and girls could show themselves off after the privations and shortages of WW2. How strong and independent women have been since then.

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  5. Helen Dehner says:
    September 25, 2020 at 4:13 pm

    Wonderful, wonderful. I remember my mother’s utility version, in the early 60s mine were racy lacy.

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  6. dancjulian says:
    September 25, 2020 at 6:43 pm

    evocative! and a great response to the prompt….

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:
    September 25, 2020 at 9:37 pm

    Women applauded panty hose, but truth be told men always preferred the garter belts!! Your poem made me smile! Kudos

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  8. Margaret Schaff Bednar says:
    September 26, 2020 at 3:14 am

    Oh, that ending! Perfect poem!

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  9. Magaly Guerrero says:
    September 26, 2020 at 4:06 pm

    I so remember those times when “they didn’t.” What a pain those things can be. And what a beauty, too.

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  10. Kestril Trueseeker says:
    September 27, 2020 at 8:45 pm

    *giggle* I do love the look of a garter belt, but boy is it a pain when they misbehave!

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