One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day – etymology is fascinating!

Last week, while I was going about my daily business on a very standard workday, I suddenly had a thought about one saying in particular; so, naturally, I wrote a short poem about it.

Something Up My Sleeve

I am positive the person
who came up with the phrase
‘something up my sleeve’
was not a man with a plan
to hatch, or some Elizabethan chap,
off to stab a love rival with a bloody dagger;
but, in fact,
it was a woman with a tampon at her wrist –
off to stem the flow of crimson blushes
of those past whom she rushes.

by Jo Fisher

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• I’m Sorry To Say
• [Changing] Room With A View
• Waking Up With Depression
• Honest Haiku: Fifteen
• Street Dreams
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