Attempts at Mary Oliver’s style have crept into my lines on many occasions in past months. Since my embarrassingly late discovery of this poetic legend I have found myself emulating her slice-of-life themes and thoroughly enjoying the process. Today’s one was stirred up over a cheeky mid afternoon coffee a few months ago.
I enjoy opportune cappuccino’s.
Particularly those in bustling cafes where mid-afternoon mothers meetings and gratuitous worm-cake eating takes place
They aren’t real worms of course,
but Vermicelles are definitely for the open-minded.
I enjoy momentarily pretending that I am one of those painted, fresh-looking ladies of leisure
who get to while away
savouring the subtle strength of the three o’clock winter sun
It’s the little wins which feed the soul.