The Radio Was Always Playing
I recall
the kitchen was always warm.
The radio was always playing.
Condensation on the windows.
Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs.
Ruffled aprons with long ties.
Politics in the living room.
Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey.
Cheers, they’d say.
The children,
They were told to go play.
So they did.
NaPoWriMo Day 2 ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
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7 responses to “Day 2: NaPoWriMo”
Stinging scents is clever, and I remember in winter how the condensation on the single glazed windows would turn into silvery feathers of frost.
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On the inside or the outside of the window?
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Inside!
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Brutal!
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It was!
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kids used to do as they were told, right?
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And we wouldn’t dare roll our eyes or tongue a tsk-tsk noise. I didn’t raise my own kids that way though. Behavioural choices shouldn’t be based in fear. In my opinion.
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