Carol Ann Duffy


I snipped and stitched my soul
to a little black dress,

hung my heart on a necklace,
tears for its pearls,

my mouth went for a bracelet,
gracing your arm,

all my lover's words
for its dangling charms,

and my mind was a new hat,
sexy and chic,

for a hair of your head on my sleeve,
like a scrawled receipt.