Breaking (it) Down
Seems that I wrote this nearly a year ago. I wouldn’t call it a poem – more a snapshot of my external disarray. Not much has changed since then it seems. Last week I bought two tickets for a show, for a night that I work and can’t go to. I gave the spare away. The only tangible difference between last year and this, it would seem, is that I set to work earlier in the morning back then, the washing has taken over the entire dining table now and I completely failed to book this year’s school camping trip.
Oh and my eye hurts. It didn’t before…
Last edited by on April 30, 2013 at 7:47 am
The windows need cleaning and the damp is coming in
The clothes pile teeters over the laptop
Lesson plans stay in my head
(where OFSTED can never go).
I invite a child’s friend round for tea
At the same time I have to go to Parents’ Evening
I buy tickets for the theatre
On the night the youngest is out of town, camping
I make half-arrangements
And fail to know the name of songs
Fruit appears, all mystery, in the bowl
My duties are slowly being removed
Of the house
The apple tree grows through the washing line
Over the blue tarpaulin on the ground
I am hoping, if I leave it
I can whip it off
With a flourish
And find a manicured lawn.
Just like my plan
For the snails
Munching on my filing
Leaving only the inedible essentials.
As it is, today
I must try and remember
To wrap my head round Tuesday
And not let it slip through my mind…
Well, only a little