Little old ladies stooped over trays,
at the garden centre caff,
where they spend their days purchasing
tranklements, considered slightly naff.
Everythings game from gnomes to pomander
that remind them of their mothers,
that are placed upon shelves,with yet more elves
along with all the others.
The lucky ones, with husbands,
still shuffling behind,
attracting envious glances
from the ones with lives less kind.
They sit and eat their cucumber sandwiches
and sip their Earl Grey teas,
twin set and pearls and purple rinsed curls,
and painful, arthritic knees.
Then out to their Motability cars
with their plastic gnomes and honey in jars,
back to suburbia or their lonely flat,
with its chintz drapes and sofa and marmalade cat.
Gossamer
morning mist
vanishes
Ancient sun
shimmering
welcoming
Filigree
embellished
aurora
Chantilly
laced silence
awakens
Crystalline
dew sweetened
surprises
Meadowlark's
exquisite
melody
Delicate
violet
carnival
Pomander
lavender
fragrances
Soft velvet
Mossy wet
coverlets
Green clover
slipper soft
carpeting
Catharsis
of the soul
transcending
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