Poetic Insights

that shirt too large for the shape of your body

it is mine? oh what a surprise

the shirt with flecks of blue and bobbled woollen threads

with two of the buttons fastened

it flutters around your waist

as you put out the rubbish

and peg up my socks on the line to dry

resembling the wings of a butterfly

they flicker by like the shutter of an old instant camera

as i spread the mayo onto the sandwiches

that i am preparing for you and i

don’t fly off yet, my darling

i haven’t admired every shade and tint of your wings

in the beams of sunshine shining above our heads

in my garden

bed

and heart.