[Image from Pinterest]
[Inspired by Perrin Lamb’s “Everyone’s Got Something”:]
Hand reaches for cup to fill
with morning coffee, fine black liquid
to warm the brain to waking: pre-sip,
her mind startles. Fingers brush petals
to fall, come to rest on kitchen surface.
Forgotten wild bouquet drying to perfume
in room’s corner – extraneous to day, to night.
Catch of breath, continuance to original goal,
and she carries on. Tongue satiated, caffeinated,
applies the face she knows by heart,
a face now known only by a forgotten heart,
and she’s ready to start, to go outside,
except eyes glimpse mirror-tacked picture, another
person by her side in image snapped under guise
of love long since decayed. Rotten memory,
reminding her now. Shakes it off, grabs purse,
and she’s out the door, head held high,
humming a silent song – but the song’s the wrong choice,
too much meaning in the lyrics, too much
pain in the melody. Stupid, this. Switches off,
eyes down, mind numb, flow of concrete to concentrate on.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]