Winter Chill

November 27, 2012 at 9:31 am (humour, literature, philosophy, poetry, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The grandfather clock coughs

and then they are all at it,

armchairs belch their stuffing,

tables drop all their leaves, cushions deflate.


The radiator complains of a temperature;

the bed winces when I lie on it, so

I perch near the moaning fish tank

watching eczema paint peel from sore throat walls.


Later, I grab my guitar, but it winges and slides

out of tune with the day,

offending the aching ears of the television

which begs me to turn the sound down

real low.



  1. unfetteredbs said,

    I loved this from start to finish. the feel of the day is palpable.

  2. lucywilliamspoetry said,

    I love the line ” watching eczema paint peel from sore throat walls”

  3. atothewr said,

    Tough day? Very descriptive – really like it.

  4. Sharmishtha Basu said,

    my pet pooch acted like that when i practiced vocals.

  5. Sharmishtha Basu said,

    hope tomorrow will compensate for today!

  6. nobodysreadingme said,

    Made me feel cold just reading it. I really like this a lot

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