Mattenz

Designer dress

See over there that light in the window
A naked bulb lightly swinging like a hooker
Flashing by the curtains
Home made green like a designers dress

Inside the mind of the house
A wooden floor
Scratched with shoes
Polished with sheepskin
Straight off the back of some isolated northern farm
Covered with gorse

Two shadows like they might be dancing play games with our eyes
They may only be cooking on the stove
With two broken elements
Or they might be ironing and folding the washing
From yesterday
Dried in the house
Adding moisture to the mould on the inside of the homemade curtains
Slowly turning green like the designer dress
That lies on the wooden floor

posted by Mattenz @ 2:41 pm