Number Two Pome

[chaletian]

The water cooler gurgles and someone glances over
Distracted from last week’s Hello
Tiaras and royalty and footballers’ wives
Fading before mundanity
And Philip and Fern seize their opportunity
Dominating the room, no-one looks away
Then adverts: Christmas food and tinsel
And old music

It feels different. Not the Christmas tree
Standing, embarrassed, in the corner
With large mass-produced baubles
Barely covering its dignity
Not the music or tinsel or Christmas clementines on display
Nor the festive feeling of Good Morning

It’s in the urgency – must be seen before Christmas, they said
Must be seen by then
As if January were a wasteland:
Unknown and unreliable
As if hospitals wouldn’t exist
And doctors would disappear
Must be seen before Christmas

So they sit, with raucous television
And a complicated coffee maker
Read old magazines
And rejoice:
They were seen before Christmas

Comments

[katie__pillar.livejournal.com]

Is it a bit manic over there?

[chaletian.livejournal.com]

Maybe a tad...

[cathbear.livejournal.com]

Much identification going on here...as if magically, doctors and chemists disappear and never re-open until well into January, therefore we must have twenty zillion times more medication than we actually need, just in case we run out of it over Christmas; as if the months' supply won't actually last a month for some reason, after all, it is Christmas, you know.

Very good pome. *applauds*

[chaletian.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly :-)