02 November 2010


Day 2 of the November PAD challenge. Prompt: a "not ready" poem.

seven o five and OH the
minutes tick down, and dear,
this stocking is already laddered (where IS
another?) and there the
kettle blowing her top, steaming
away as if she would power the
whole house and
dammit where are my keys, so
sure I left them on the hook
by the door,
tick, tick, tick echoing back,
the click, click, click of
hasty shoes upon the boards (too
late, now, to worry about the
noise) snatching at purse-
strap then
dash-dark-down the stairwell,
ready as she'll ever be
(resolving, always, to be better:
that graceful, unhurried woman espied from afar)


Cameron said...

Like the hurry-up feel of being rushed in this one.

MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick said...

Many thanks, Cameron, for your comment. I really appreciate it. I saw some of your tweets re: NOVPAD. I'll check out your blogs...

Cheers & all best,