Blue Afternoon Poem by Margaret Alice

The day had been prancing about like a wild horse
and threw me off unceremoniously; I fell and
rolled in the dust, here I am, still stunned,
trying to gather my wits, I must pack up
and return home to continue in another
segment –

First the mad dash into the street, the wild ride
through traffic, dodging and diving, cursing
and surviving between wild projectiles of
impatient, angry drivers, me being discreet
while hubby uses expletives that make
strangers blush - picking up kids;

A quick shopping spree, then the calmness
of the kitchen - until dinner preparations
must begin; vegetables and meat, a salad
or two; eating in front of the TV - a
loud act of rebellion against all
educational literature

Then the tidying of the kitchen
listening to Classic FM... rest
my weary soul...