Seaspray and spindrift
By Stacks Poets
Published 1 January 2021
by Ondine Evans
'Actually', I hear my most-used word in my children's mouths, 'Well, actually, mum...'
They are trying to explain their version of serendipity, a moment when icecream miraculously saves them from brussels sprouts.
I sigh. The cat arches languidly and inspires his breath for another plaintive miaouw...
Somnolescence descends over me like a soothing whisper, a susurration.
My dreams are freeform poetry, whirling words around my mind, cut loose from their moorings. Flotsam and, most definitely, jetsam.
Written in response to Tuesday 6th September exercise