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,
By the hum of a plodding washing machine
And a cold pipe’s rattle.
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.