Lemon and Grey

Today's poem takes its inspiration from Wes Martin's Daily Painting "Lemon & Grey" which is shown in the photograph below. (http://awmartist.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/lemon-and-grey-daily-painting-131.html) I tried to give this poem as much structure as I could, matching the number of syllables in each line. More persperation than inspiration, though tea is VERY close to my heart.

Lemon & Grey

And here it is:

The tomb kitchen with its humming fridge.

Dust worlds in the air.

Whilst, gorged on avoidant preoccupation,

A bee-busy world feasts “Out There”.

And so it is,

That this morning, both rib cage and room

Are the sole container

For feeling a crumbling, numbing void ahead,

For pushing quiet a wild despair.

What to do with this?

Requirement to bow life’s strings by ear,

Articulated

By the hum of a plodding washing machine

And a cold pipe’s rattle.

The recipe

For Salvation Cake on days so bleak?

A sigh at the sink,

A Lemon and an Earl in his fishnet bag

A kettle of dancing water seek.