The Art of the Powdered Wig

The American Revolution period provides such rich material for exploring the tension between European military traditions and the practical realities of warfare in North America.

The contrast between elaborate military dress codes and battlefield conditions was particularly stark during this conflict, as British officers had to adapt their traditional practices to the American wilderness and changing warfare tactics.

The Art of the Powdered Wig

Oh, hail the powdered wig, so fine and grand,

A crown of curls crafted by steady hand.

A soldier’s pride, a warrior’s flair,

Even in mud, you must show your care!’

 

With powder puffed and ribbons tied tight,

March into battle, a dazzling sight.

Redcoats may fear your musket’s crack,

But it’s your coiffure that makes them turn back.

The bayonet glints, the cannonballs roar,

Yet your wig’s the masterpiece they adore.

"No dirt on this curl!" you sternly decree,

"Let’s fight like gentlemen, fancy and free!"

 

But alas, the rain mocks your powdered grace,

Transforming your wig to a soggy disgrace.

No "Macaroni" now, just a man of despair,

As the mud claims your elegance, strand by strand, hair by hair.

 

Still, onward you march with a nod and a grin,

Determined your fashion will still win the din.

For to be "A Real Character" at this grand parade,

Is to fight with finesse, your style displayed.

 

So let others wear rags, unkempt and plain,

You’ll conquer with curls, through wind, snow, and rain.

For a wig is not just an accessory, dear friend,

It’s a statement of power—style to the end!

This poem is an excerpt from my chapbook "Revolutionary Verse", a free download, or if you prefer a printed copy, buy direct, click here.