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[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]

There stars are out

No one cares a hoot

Its movie night and 

Our couch is comfy

Bring on the popcorn

Extra butter is best 

Eyes pop at the bizzare

Hands will cover eyes

At some point even though

They are greasy and salty

© gillena cox 2023

 

REVISIT TO READ

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 BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

 Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181)

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 406

A HAPPY AUGUST TO ALL

You've heard about the Monday Blues 

well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

 

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[found this poem  online  at The Guardian - poem of the week]

 ENJOY.

Interlude by Amy Lowel(1874-1925)

When I have baked white cakes

And grated green almonds to spread on them;

When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries

And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter;

When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working;

What then?

To-morrow it will be the same:

Cakes and strawberries,

And needles in and out of cloth

If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter,

How much more beautiful is the moon,

Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree;

The moon

Wavering across a bed of tulips;

The moon,

Still,

Upon your face.

You shine, Beloved,

You and the moon.

But which is the reflection?

The clock is striking eleven.

I think, when we have shut and barred the door,

The night will be dark

Outside.

For every Monday in August the Word is CLOTH Link up with one of your  posts where the word  CLOTH is present or the theme CLOTH is presented

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