We were teenagers when we moved in together
My boyfriend now my spouse
Young ,in love ,full of future
Excited about playing house
We would go to my mums for dinner
She lived quite a distance away
So I would always take my comfy flannelette nightie
So when home I could get into bed straight away!
He had said something wrong at dinner
So when we left I was really annoyed
Starting arguing with him in car
To that he just completely ignored!
His lack of response made me so frustrated
Then angrily out of the blue this came
“Don’t be so f…..n ignorant”
He glared, pulled over “Get out of the car he exclaimed”
I had never said the F word before until that night
It unexpectedly came out of nowhere
We were both as shocked as each other
Catching us both completely unaware!!
I defiantly marched off into the darkness
Handbag clutched in hand
As the Kombi sped off out of sight
Leaving me alone ….not what I had planned!!
Anger subsided ,reality stepped in
I was in a flannelette nightie on my own in the night
I ran and hid behind a behind a bus stop
Until minutes later the Kombi was back in sight!!
Categories:
flannelette, language,
Form: Rhyme
Long time ago; in an African land
In a house whose walls with fine flannelette sheets
Whose roof was well made
A house whose floor was well tiled
Lived a family that known no peace
A family that uttered disgusting terms
That could be described by all bad and negative oeuvre
Members so hostile and selfish to each other
Same people very harmless and poltroon
It was a family that known no peace
And now the villagers so tired of it
Many fasted and prayed for it;maybe it was a spiritual issue
Elders gave them infallible advice and cautions
And a glimmer of hope was seen
And that was a family that known no peace
Rate of libido decreased among the sons
Hearts now decorated with pompom
And their old behaviours were becoming a stale
So wise as they were; one word was enough for them
And that was a family gaining peace
Change was becoming a manner; the East met West
As they now hugged each other with love
Holding each other's hands like a handrail
I stood at a distance watching them break their smiles into tears
It was a family that gained peace
Categories:
flannelette, africa, character, conflict,
Form: ABC
A small figure
In flannelette nightie
Left alone and defenceless
In a world of rejection;
Stands,crying pitifully
With arms outstretched
Reaching for the hand of love-
Only to be denied.
Categories:
flannelette, childhood, memory,
Form: Free verse
Right angled square, to a perfect straight black,
With a classical blue tinted shirt,
And stockings that reach all the way up,
Beneath the perfectly pressed skirt,
Or flannelette top, all chequered in plaid,
Lazes over the T shirt in white,
With the wide brimming hat, worn over dyed hair,
And worn well into the night,
Else you might see her wear a long flowing dress,
Stilettos gripping her feet,
Holding a small leather bag, with her little white glove,
Walking along the main street.
Fashions of women, from business to hip,
To a nineteen fifty retro sublime,
Makes all women beautiful, in my small male heart,
Bewitching me every time.
Categories:
flannelette, beautiful, fashion, men, women,
Form: Quatrain
Flannelette
After Brexit, killings, and France losing -I will not giggle, it is
good to write something that is of little consequence.
The sun shines hot and makes the village white and brilliant,
rustic is a right word, but I`m stuck indoors my old skin does
no longer tolerate the sun I study it from the inside looking
out indoors and wish it would be overcast enough for a walk.
I sold my motorbike regret it now it was sold after pressure
from those who think they mean well…They don`t
I was caught in a weak moment when recuperating after illness
so I will cross them and buy an electric bike
It is quite hilly where I live, a bike will give a feeling of helping
the environment. I looked at an old Mercedes this morning
before the sun got too muscular, luckily it was too expensive,
but I will buy that bike when it gets cooler.
Categories:
flannelette, break up, butterfly, career,
Form: Sonnet
Silent Dancers
A laboured breath,
A rythmic chore,
'Tis life or death,
No less, No more.
A pirouette,
A pas de deux,
In pressed flannelette
And brushed faux fur.
A piano mute,
An audience blind,
With a silent flute
And limbs entwined.
A song, a dance
It matters not,
In time a glance
Is soon forgot.
The critiques kill
Both girl and boy
Who lay too still
Upon silent joy.
In naked flame
Each others skin
Stirs, in shame,
The beast within.
And I, the score,
The melody,
Can play no more
Love's tragedy.
No rapturous cries,
No encore calls,
The audience rise,
The curtain falls.
Categories:
flannelette, dance, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
Silent Dancers
A laboured breath,
A rythmic chore,
'Tis life or death,
No less, No more.
A pirouette,
A pas de deux,
In pressed flannelette
And brushed faux fur.
A piano mute,
An audience blind,
With a silent flute
And limbs entwined.
A song, a dance
It matters not,
In time a glance
Is soon forgot.
The critiques kill
Both girl and boy
Who lay too still
Upon silent joy.
In naked flame
Each others skin
Stirs, in shame,
The beast within.
And I, the score,
The melody,
Can play no more
Love's tragedy.
No rapturous cries,
No encore calls,
The audience rise,
The curtain falls.
Categories:
flannelette, sad love,
Form: Rhyme