Mother

I always like to think
that my mother
would have given
me words of advice,
like - don't paint
your shutters blue,
they fade in the sun
and a bath
is not a swimming pool
and babies do need
to run around the garden
bare arsed and free.
I do like to imagine
ironing loads halved
and shopping trips,
coffee and meringue,
confectioners créme,
fittings for bras
and salve for
those stretch marks,
those little silver
strains of time;
I like to think
my mother
wouldn't have minded
that I did paint
the shutters blue
and the
extravagant bath
does fit two x



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-07-28 at 20:00

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Mark J. Wood
Every mother once knew that a bath could be a swimming pool but they advise otherwise (motherwise?) because their splashes have long-since been wiped away by forgetting to feel water as anything more than a partner for washing-up liquid.

A superb write that has more threads shooting out of it than could be found in Spiderman's wrists.

Mark.
2013-07-30