was her own heart
pounding in her chest,
muscles tight, ready to fight,
take on the confrontation coming
ever nearer as the seconds ticked by
on the old clock standing sentinel in the hall.
And warm up
was the routine:
walking of the dogs,
washing self, coffee from shelf
taken to brew drink of warriors,
that eye-widener caffeine spreading through
her body (rigid, spying, from the window; stock-still).
was just that,
jousting verbals hot,
spitting crossfire, warring live wires,
and a clear and present danger, the threat
of extension to the physical: neighbours from hell.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]