All My Saturdays

Cherry

By amlee

Sun, 12 Apr 2015
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How I loathe bright mornings
rude elbowing in on 
my long bad Friday nights
sunny-side-uppety blinders
sneaking through the pane
of my solitary slumber
jollying light prodding me awake
from comforting nightmares
till I'm forced to face 
another hopeful weekend
 
I cannot bear cheery chirp
of chaffinches, t-wit t-woo 
taunts in endless smiling Spring
drowning out the lone lament 
of nightingales droning
the only songs I know
till the choruses become
a tantrum, drum drilling 
fresh ache to pounding head 
and shattering heart
 
I listless beat eggs into
soufflés that will not rise
burn bacon, spill milk and tears
fail to still the tick of life clocking on
but dress, slick lippy, just in case
till gone the shrill of children in parks
the street hum of the unhurried happy
then sun sets, moon melts 
and brittle stars pretty peep 
to glare and coldly mock
 
I want no more of your silence
the unbearable, unknowable 
planless procrastinations 
minutes drifting into desert hours
while I linger on: unspooned
unfestooned, miserable wreck 
your crumpled crumpet
in wait of rescue from 
all my Saturdays without you
and dreading my Sunday best
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

this is definitely one for a reading Amlee! 

 

Submitted by orangiejuice on

Really great poem! Love the wordchoice. 

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Submitted by torscot on

I really enjoyed reading this Saturday tale

On a positive note you can always look forward to Monday.

 

torscot