This wasn't really supposed to be done until 7pm, but I couldn't wait, no patience in me when it comes to these things...
Check TFE's blog for details - here goes. 5 mins of creativity.
Work Spaces
In corridor
creak of mop in bucket,
wet on floor,
forehead a powdered
back aches with it -
and sloshalong it goes, wet day, inside and out.
A sluggalong, gluggalong kind of a thing
Belly full at the desk, while pointy and grumpy slog it out upstairs
The kid says he is going to a debs tomorrow
It hits me then, how young, how long ago when I was there,
how far away I am
yet I'm only next door
6 comments:
Niamh - you managed to conjure a feeling in 5 minutes. That's pretty special.
Some interesting stuff/good things going on in there Mrs Niamh.it reads best I think in one go like it was (presumably) written,Thanks a million for joining in.
Love that Sloshalong - sounds like my belly when I've drunk a gallon of tea
man.. I know that feeling!.. the realising age thing... loved this, it's got an easy, sneakingly deep thing going on. :-)
"and sloshalong it goes, wet day, inside and out.
A sluggalong, gluggalong kind of a thing"
Love these lines :)
Any hey, you think you're old - wait till you're my age..
Titus, Tks a mill, was impressed with yours too.
TFE - Tks you too - lookin forward to nxt weeks task, already scoping for victims, I mean subjects.
EW - I know, just that weird gurgly sound - loved your 5 min poem too.
NanU - Tks - very kind
Watercats - tks a mill, so sneakily deep I didn't even spot it myself.
Oub - yeah, you're ancient. and thanks :-)
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