They had two boys
at about that age
she spoke to their father
suggesting he speak to him about
“ WHAT?”
Huffing and puffing trails to ….. “ that’s your job.”
“ Well Micheal,” she replied
“they are boys,
and you do seem to understand the mechanics of it. ”
She did
and
“ oh Mum we’ve done that at school – they showed us a DVD.”
Category: Rituals
Rituals is a collection of poems about the flicks and diversions of everyday conversation and interaction. The tactics used to draw or deflect attention, to maintain balance or shift equilibrium
Mouth and Money
Without responsibilities –
wife, children, school expenses
and
the elephant at the table –
mortgage: 14, 15, 16 percent and climbing,
it was easy to say,
“ I wouldn’t put up with that shit.”
Seasonal worker … just for the harvest
rent – cheap – tiny,
minute, even for a 1-bedroom cottage
the rest for groceries, booze,
and what the locals called wacky baccy.
Often I caught the looks –
sometimes I saw envy,
on other occasions, memory.
An orchard
in a small town with not much else on offer
six permanent staff and owner
who
everybody knew had a menacing loan –
he’d made sure
and would often say
“ I’ve really only got work for five ”
and most days
at 3:45 pm,
4 pm,
4.10 pm,
give each a task he knew would last
60 minutes, 45 minutes, 30 minutes
finish was 4.30 – no one dared.
Exception
Raised voices and sarcasm
spite and condescension
easy, understood
fire can be put out, or evacuated.
The cold was worse he said
frigid?
Off the scale – would need its own index – frightening.
Three bedroom house
two adolescents – no alternatives
combatants must share.
Sometimes he wondered
if dawn would arrive, motherless, fatherless, orphaned.
Common sense finally prevailed
over neighbours,
workmates,
friends, congregation members judgement.
Divorce – till death do us not speak
until the older brother’s wedding –
parental duty: family photograph.
Hello Gerald
hello Susan
click, exhale.
No reprise –
death had intervened before his own nuptial
leaving only his mother. It was a relief.