This poem is from the April 3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by wyld_dandelyon and aldersprig. It has been sponsored by laffingkat. He wears the polyester of his time It is no wonder that he takes a chance Victoria is gone, but not her ways:
-- a sonnet
He walks through streets aglow with neon light
Where televisions flicker through the glass
And misses all the gaslamps soft and bright,
The hush of lords and ladies as they pass.
And goes about in public with no hat,
But wishes for a pocketwatch's chime,
The brush of silk, and boot soles smooth and flat.
To don historic dress whene'er he can,
For he recalls that era's song and dance
And how the proper clothes can make a man.
Some gentlemen still dream of bygone days.
He wears the polyester of his time
It is no wonder that he takes a chance
Victoria is gone, but not her ways: