Something Joyous
Free verse
Something joyous
…she said
something glad…
flying out of the gloom of
factory settings
and too many reheated dinners
of lost socks, lost keys, lost hearts
something happier
than just levering legs from bed
feet, cold boards, sanded and stained,
crossing the boudoir
to ample characters hanging
in colour coordination on a rail
trying hard not to dangle
but linger beguilingly
to idle cool and collected
poised and ready for anything
stylish despite being out of style…
Something more joyous
than being what was
she reached in the drawer for sensible underwear
looked through the window
and saw life passing by
as well dressed thoughts.