The Childless Kitchen

Seeing you,
I wonder.
We look up from the crossword,
and we are thunder.

The sunlight on the lemon table.
Gingham in blue,
and sesame seed cake.
I see a heart like a circular saw.
Arms like wooden spoons, held apart.
A broken Pinocchio,
a dream of a son,
waiting for a dream mum.

I look though the window
to the vivid orange sunset stream.
Blackbirds wheel and sing.
The clock chimes,
and the sunflowers shudder with the nightmares of spring.
Steam from the tea.
For you and me.
Some sesame seeds,
with the last of the leaves.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.