Blue hat elegy
My blue hat
was left on a train to Glasgow
and never made it home, poor thing.
I loved that hat
though my boyfriend used to laugh at it
and a friendly goat
tried to nibble its brim once.
Your blue hat with the silk flowers
may not have changed at Waverley
going south: you didn’t remember.
You missed it first in Nottingham,
repacking for the airport
and it never saw the Alhambra.
Maybe it tells its lost hopes
in Millinery Limbo
to my blue hat, which recounts in turn
its wanderings in the Highlands
and they tilt together and tsk-tsk
at the carelessness of humans
who leave their good things behind.
Judith Taylor is based in Aberdeen and is the author of two pamphlet collections, Earthlight (Koo Press, 2006) and Local Colour (Calder Wood Press, 2010).