Dream Poem 51; Arsenic green
A yard sale
In mums back garden
We have been preparing for months
Bits of kid’s play furniture and the like
We are using the back garden gate
to move things in and out
inside an old kitchen used for school dinners.
The kind with a gas hob
and huge oversized giant utensils,
pans and pots it is deserted and empty
and everything in it is cracked, faded, very used and old,
not in its prime,
from another time,
still serviceable but showing its age.
The whole kitchen has a feeling of faded glory and neglect.
Cavernous as if I am a small child
and it is a huge echoing room
darkened in shades of Arsenic green and cerulean blue.