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
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).
[found this poem online at The Guardian - poem of the week]
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;
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;
Wavering across a bed of tulips;
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
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