Hatboxes On The Underground

I’m carrying hatboxes on the underground
Surrounded by women in summer frocks
Wondering what’s in them:
Floral delights or structured wonders?
Who for and why two?
Who are the lucky women going to don
These hats so large and so secretive?
Their eyes dreamed of events and fêtes in which to parade in lookatme hats.
Could I sneak a peek under the lid?
Could I be part of your event?
Take me to summer garden parties on clipped lawns
Where conversation bubbles like champagne on sweet tongues
And you can take my hand to help me cross the fiddly bits
I knew I shouldn’t have worn these silk heels on cobbled manor drives.
Take me away from the underground,
Let’s sit in the sun