Domestic City

Thinking about posting a poem a week. Starting today.

SPRING’S ADVANCE NOTICE
OUR VERY FIRST DAFF FOR 2022
NEIGHBOURHOOD CHURCH – MY CHURCH – WHICH I ATTEND INFREQUENTLY BUT LUCKILY IT’S GOING NOWHERE
A HOUSE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD THAT I LIKE THE LOOK OF
ANOTHER HOUSE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD THAT I LIKE THE LOOK OF WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE IT’S OUR HOUSE
RANDOM KITCHEN SHOT OF SPLASHBACK (OUR OWN R&K DESIGN) WITH MUSTARD POT

And now for the poem:

Saturday

Saturday’s doing its usual
disappearing act
into the washing machine.
We look in the fridge
for leftovers. You play golf.
I clean. For dinner out

we could try the Lone Star
but country & western
doesn’t always ensure happiness.
Trying something different doesn’t either.
Remember
that cup of Turkish coffee?

Kay McKenzie Cooke

Author:

Writer from Dunedin, New Zealand.

One thought on “Domestic City

  1. I really like this. Just 12 lines, but loaded with humour and poignancy. I love the idea of Saturday doing a disappearing act into the washing machine. Trouble is, Saturday’s never satisfied and likes to practise the same trick every week!

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