Long Underwear and Hot Water Bottles vs. Mills and Boon
Those things we take for granted like the greens
Surrounding us in Windsor, greyish clouds,
Our waking up, and toast and tea routines,
The tastelessness of Tuesday shopping crowds
On Oxford Street the week before Christmas,
The news at six o’clock with little beeps,
The furred tip in twitching on the isthmus
Of the tail across your lap as he sleeps
Before aroused in purring, and the bland
Vanilla phrases in her words the Queen
Delivers, the Salvation Army band,
And Brussels sprouts, and turkey leg cuisine,
These things are more essential than the frills
We rarely get, passion’s pangs, tinsel thrills.
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | PA |