Pill
written by: Polly Oliver
Snap, crackle, pop.
Little white pill comes round and ready
As a new day
From its crisp plastic cell.
Nestling in the valleys and folds
Of my unsteady palm,
Snow-white, morning-bright,
And detergent-clean- so to work
Neutralising the smudges
On a sullied personality
that stays a stubborn grey
Through countless turns of the machine
And spells on the line on sunlit days.
Always the dank dish rag that dulls
The fresh perfection of whites
And pastel brights
Waving in formation to the rhythm
Of a cheery breeze.
I peer into the clear water
And the clean glass
As if to see the future.
Then it’s down the hatch
To where the stones sit in the dark.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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