HOW TO TAKE THE HISS OUT OF A SNAKE
on the window,
like hands knotted
things I’ve always
wanted to do.
I once worked on an assembly line making flat-pack strawberry boxes. I just wanted someone to talk to while the boys were at school. But talking was forbidden, except during break.
There’s the Dipper.
And that one I think
is an aeroplane.
I once rode a horse. Once. Only. Slid off the saddle as the horse took off trotting. I bounced and rattled like an old dried gourd. What complete nonsense: if you fall off, get straight back on.
These older days
darkness of detail,
and watery eyes.
Wood pigeon’s cooing,
or is it a baby’s cry.
A woman once asked me, what do you do all day. I test recipes before they’re published in cookery books, I said. But there is one thing I’ve always wanted to do. I wish I had a Leith’s professional chef qualification.
Or maybe something useless, like how to take the hiss out of a snake.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 5 Bloganuary. #bloganuary ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter