FireA Poem by hjcmThis rectangle of white
does not belong in the (gaudy) surround of
the fireplace. Words fill each buttonhole
of her jacket and line the slit of her
pencil skirt, pressed and pinstriped. In these gaps, something
is slipping; tailored garments slowly
fitting looser, and a sort of carelessness about the way she puts
away the shoes she wears to
take out the bins and dispose of the wastes
of each week - it’s not an ideal place
for them, but they will eventually be tidied
away. Perhaps when she gets
another passionate moment of cleaning in or for when she has
company. There is only so much dirt that she can put up with. You
fireplace, so whitely
blocked up: no soot to remove, no intricate gaps to dust
around, no fuel for a cosy early
evening - just a few pairs of shoes
to attempt a lived-in look. It’s hopeless to imagine
it will change. © 2012 hjcm |
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2012 Last Updated on October 1, 2012 AuthorhjcmUnited KingdomAboutshower poetry: poetry that comes to you in the shower, or whilst doing something similarly mundane. It is short, mostly unedited, and a little bit shoddy. more..Writing
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