It's Still Life

The Flashy Spangle Spots

It’s one of those gloomy music days
that I allow to pour out in spoonfuls
from a small back room of fumes
seeping in from a previous century,

a room somewhere along the Moors
where wet overcoats and woollen caps
are hung to dry on hooks and whose
muddy boots go rigid by afternoon.

And have you ever noticed that
wet wool smells like cooked cabbage
but wet cotton smells like fresh air
or the tunes sung by winter flowers.

There was an eclipse a few days ago.
I watched it travel the globe on telly
while trying to clean flashy spangle
spots off the TV screen, which as it

happens weren’t there at all, and

I was told that I was blocking the view,
as if to suggest I was a bloody moon
or some other galactic-sized object…

So I ate the rest of his cookies, and didn’t tell him.

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Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 23 “Concentrating on Vowel Sounds” – I had too much fun with this one – no rhyming, nor reason. Artwork created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.