Wrestled It To The Ground Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Today I tackled the growing heap of washing and wrestled it
to the ground, enjoying the work as the lack of achievement
which marks the holiday season wears me down, I managed
to worsen the sunburn by going on scary fun park rides with
Tiaan, swam in a calm sea lacking waves and cut a small slit
in my swimsuit to pour out the sand which gathers between
the two layers of material

Tomorrow we shall split up and each visit his favourite place;
I shall be off to the Bargain Bookshop; yesterday I bought
mother a cushion with roses sewed on top and heard angel
voices sing as I carried it home, bought dad the sailing ship
I have earmarked for him five years ago, also bought yellow
flowers identical to those in my office, the theme of light and
sweetness still filling my heart


Wednesday 12 December 2012