It's Still Life

7 April 17:01, 19℃

…says he’s going to lie down on his back for awhile, and so my question is, obviously, Does your back hurt, and he says, No, it’s just this cold you gave me makes me feel old (incidentally that is arse-backwards — he gave it to me first), and in truth we’re both feeling like a lie down would do us good, but I’m folding laundry

it was sunny today so the washing machine did two loads before the sun even managed to climb above the fence

and just as I’m considering that, I glance at the fence, and there’s a squirrel with something red clasped between its teeth,

I’m sure that’s someone’s gardening glove

and it’s darned amazing that four little legs with itty-bitty claws can travel the rough hewn tops of fence slats and not fall off when I can quite easily land in a heap walking on cobblestones in Avignon

and he’s snoring now, my husband,

and a magpie just pulled a long twig off the neighbour’s apple tree.

Written for NaPoWriMo: write a conversational prose-poem. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.