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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Idyll

Sunday's the day we wash the car.
We make it glow but don't go far
as we need our time for indoor games
and straightening all the picture frames.
The golliwog loves to laze in his cot
while I scour the attic (there might be rot).
You polish the cutlery, shine the taps,
then fetch the box of liquorice straps.
I rinse and buff the window glass
while you kill moss and trim the grass.
At last it's evening, we shower together,
admire the tiling, discuss the weather.
We each  have a spoonful of caviar -
then let the tarantulas out of their jar.

by Jim C Wilson.

First published in Orbis magazine,
(Winter 2017).

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Jim C. Wilson  Poet
‘A true poet —