POETRY JAM - JEANS

“I wish I had invented blue jeans. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes.” - Yves Saint Laurent

This week Poetry Jam has the theme of “Jeans” and the challenge is: “This week write a poem about jeans: someone who looks good in jeans, tattered jeans, jeans that you have to lie down to button up, comfortable jeans, stinky jeans…”
Here is my contribution:


Faded Blue Jeans

Your blue jeans (dark indigo),

Always made me smile;

For they meant fun in the sun,

Worn without make-up

And little pretence

Of anything comme-il-faut.

Your blue jeans (ultramarine),

Had given me many smiles –

How happy we had been, by the sea…

Well-worn, and softened,

Surviving many washes,

Jeans and the comfort of déshabillé.

Your blue jeans (light as the sky),

How I loved you in them,

Happy, contented, laughing.

Worn always with the intent

Of doing nothing,

With an agenda of sans-souci.

Your blue jeans (badly faded),

Discovered in the depths of our wardrobe

Forgotten there intentionally.

No longer worn,

For you are long dead,

And they too, dyed in a couleur fugace.