Good Morning, Good Morning

this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors

I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight

the breakfast chorus is missing,
presumed drowned,
so this morning demands a virtuoso performance
“how do you want your eggs my dearest,
square or round?” too early for her
to answer a question quite so profound

“still inside a bird please” whispers the cat

 

breakfastcathouselorrymorning

◄ Quietly, I

may it never, yet it does ►

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Rose Casserley

Sun 19th May 2013 11:26

enjoyed this poem Paul,very much.x

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Yvonne Brunton

Sat 18th May 2013 23:54

great stuff. i love the idea of last night's ghosts scurrying home and the lazy cat. Then comes the abrupt disturbance of the peace by the LGV - a great contrast and the whole poem woven seamlessly together by the cat's comment - delicious!
( I half expected the response to the question to be - 'fertilised')

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Paul Sands

Sat 18th May 2013 19:39

Thank you. It was wake up, scribble, move, scribble this morning

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 18th May 2013 17:46

nothing scrambled
about this very,very,good poem.xx

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