The reference to pink NHS glasses will strike a chord with older British readers... standard issue many years ago. Google them!
Of the gas fire,
Imitation of the coal fire she recalls
From childhood.
Her legs are already mottled from long hours
Sitting too close.
"Do us an omelette, love",
She pleads, in a trembling voice.
"There's nothing else in the fridge."
In the dimly lit
Room
There is a pervasive odour of
Urine
And stale tea.
She leans over to the faded blue melamine table
Against the wall
To pick up the week-old newspaper,
Peers at it,
And reaches to the table for her pink NHS glasses,
Omelette forgotten.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-08-18 at 23:41
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Fading away
She sits, gazing, mesmerised by the flickering flamesOf the gas fire,
Imitation of the coal fire she recalls
From childhood.
Her legs are already mottled from long hours
Sitting too close.
"Do us an omelette, love",
She pleads, in a trembling voice.
"There's nothing else in the fridge."
In the dimly lit
Room
There is a pervasive odour of
Urine
And stale tea.
She leans over to the faded blue melamine table
Against the wall
To pick up the week-old newspaper,
Peers at it,
And reaches to the table for her pink NHS glasses,
Omelette forgotten.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
Read 729 times
Written on 2019-08-18 at 23:41
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