MARRIAGE BED

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Streetlights

slanted through blinds

and made the wall

a television.

We dived beneath sheets

as the bedroom

was uncarpeted,

the central heating

didn't work

and the nights

were freezing.

It wasn't quite our dream

because only we weren't naked

(wearing

warm but unappealing

winceyette pyjamas)

or blessed by the sun

and life soon intervened

with its requests for payment,

shopping, children, jobs etc.

and became ordinary.

Not that I complained

as our dream

was unchanged

became real

and showed itself

nightly on the wall

in high definition.

 

◄ THE BIRD

BECOMING INVISIBLE ►

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Jackie Phillips

Sun 8th Feb 2015 18:33

Winceyette is a much under-used word within literary circles. I enjoyed this poem v. much.

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Starfish

Sun 8th Sep 2013 18:42

Really enjoyed this...and there's nought wrong with winceyette pyjamas, though flannelette are warmer!
Starfish

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