Serious Poem – Monday Morning

Inspired by a reading of Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘High Windows’, within his anthology of the same name, whilst struggling to come to terms with a Monday morning – helped, in part, by a pot of tea in a Waitrose cafe.

 

Spilling milk, and feeling jugged, I gather up my teapot, spilling

water – hot, on fingers immune

now,

to heat, and pain, but still

now

anxious – shaking, spilling,

wasting time

now

wasting time

apologising.

 

Sorry.

 

Stomach churns,

head hurts, –

wary.

 

Sprogs at school,

no work to call, to hear my rumbles, to watch me

fall.

 

What now?

Pot of tea and Larkin’s words:

‘High windows’ –

brought down

low.

 

Limping feet – pass

by, under window bar,

topless of torso, like plastic – the legs of a doll

snapped off from real life, just ambling along, limping, painless,                             detached.

 

Sorry.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 17th October 2019

 

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