Getting ready for school:
Beware harsh green hall carpet concealing large spiders
The phone on its throne by its telephone chair
A confessional box for wind-ups and hopes
And occasional penny-watching long distances
In the labyrinth basement
in a dark lake of green carpet.
It’s January- mild or cold-
My school uniform on for school
My battledress for dread and bafflement,
Each day a new strategy flies and fails.
The phone rings, my mother talks in screams
We hang on the stairs listening.
Deidre (the lodger) and me
Re-order her strangled words into sense,
Think something must have happened to the dog,
Whose great yellow ears would flow behind him like comical banners
Whenever my brother drove his open top sports car too fast,
Like a yellow flicker over a disappearing stripe of racing green.
26th January 2016