24 July 2021: This Is Not a Diary #SoCS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, 24 July

I’m in the garden
before the rain starts again.
Cutting roses
for the kitchen windowsill,

and a fistful of parsley.

Cod with parsley sauce tonight.
Mum’s old vase for the roses,
tarnished, blueish, needs a polish.

But not now.

The parsley is washed.
Sand and soil settle
in the washbowl,

not many insects,
and no spray used either.

Seems silly
to be pleased about that, but I am.

I probably shouldn’t be.

Temperatures peel off, but
humidity is rising. Fresh air slips
under the open window,

a breeze scatters the kitchen curtains.

I smell rain.
There’s a word for that smell but
I can’t remember it right now.
Stop thinking about it; it’ll come.

There’s weather coming this way.

It’s bearing-down. Lightning.
There’s something haunting about
muffled thunder, it’s a lumbering roll,

and everything about it dwarfs thoughts.

I slip away into my own head,
into a puddle below the kitchen window.
It’s a tide that won’t wash away.

Saw a black and white photo of the moon yesterday.

It was the colour of a tomb,
expected to hear a deep death rattle.
Thunder would’ve been timely.
I can’t get that picture out of my head,

it knocked me sideways –
the way caterpillars gave my mother a fright.

If I’d had a daughter,
I’d have named her Demelza.
I love that name.

I’m named after my mother’s friend
who sat a pair of scissors.

A petal falls from one of the roses
but my only glue is spit.

Ah yes, that smell. It’s called petrichor.

written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

12 responses to “24 July 2021: This Is Not a Diary #SoCS”

  1. A marvelous whimsical wander through the grotto of your mind. 🙂

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    1. 😂😂😂 … grotto (chuckling) I read that as ghetto.

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      1. 🤣🤣 Whichever is the more appropriate to you!

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  2. “Ah yes, that smell. It’s called petrichor.” I was wondering if you were going to remember before the conclusion of your writing.

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    1. Fear not. Things do eventually resurface for me. 😂

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  3. Strange one from you Misky. The line breaks gives it an almost stutter, as if there’s a catch in your throat?

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    1. Sorry to hear that. The prompt is to write. No correcting or rewording, just empty your head on to paper. You’re allowed to correct spelling errors though. I originally wrote it as prose. Maybe I should’ve left it that way?

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      1. Not sure! Will read again.

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  4. So sweet and drifty. Loved it.

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  5. Oh, this stream…Marvelous stuff, M.
    I had a random wake-up around 4AM yesterday, the full moon, almost on the horizon, lit up the lawn like it was noon.

    No petrichor, though.
    Write on, Sister!

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    1. I love a full moon. Magical.

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