Between the Cracks

Poems shy
from a homely kitchen,
warm from the oven,
messy with daughter’s
dinner debris,
Poems are suffocated
by sunken chocolate cake,
school shoes,
old dog dandruff.
They are drowned
by BBC4 competing
with a washing machine,
distant rock music,
telephone chit chat.
A kitchen sink is full
of greasy pans
not inspiration.

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4 Responses to Between the Cracks

  1. K. McGee says:

    Sounds like my house today! There are always the wee hours when everyone is sleeping. ;)

  2. Love this :-) You have created a poetry writing force-field!

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