I just looked again at today’s prompt for the poem-a-day and realised that I misread it. But I want to concentrate on painting today (after the housework ) so have decided to just post this 5 minute effort. My friend Kona used to rate her poem of the week entries as to whether they were a ‘keeper’ or not. As far as this one is concerned, I’d have to say
KEEPER? Not a chance.
It was the final straw, he said.
He’d always hated the way
she lifted the cereal bowl
to her face each morning
and slurped its contents
while staring blankly at the kitchen TV
and that day was the last time he wanted to watch it.
He left her only a cartoon of this when he left.
Now, each morning, she lifts the cereal bowl
to her face and slurps its contents
while staring blankly at those cruel black lines.