Impromptu Interludes

Peacock Poetry

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.

Clandestine Cappuccino

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

whole afternoons

sipping and

stretching and

savouring the subtle strength of the three o’clock winter sun

It’s the little wins which feed the soul.

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