Ballyfermot Road, Dublin yesterday
Hanging Out…
Hanging out the washing is my life now
Predicting the weather causes me strife now
The laundry detergent is like my wife now
April showers and cold winds rife now
Must dash to the clothesline right now
Coffee Machine
Hey there little filthy coffee machine
It heartens me to see you so covered
in ground coffee powder and dust, getting
old-looking like me and starting to rust,
Showing your years of functionality,
Boasting a superior quality,
I clean you with a knowing smile that we
have a prosperous future together,
You and I, as long as you keep grinding
and I keep drinking, our bond will remain
in tact, permanent and unremitting
Dear Backdoor
A gateway to Paradise
You remind me of nature
I neglect housework
Your allure greater
My access to sunshine
My sun lounger awaits
An elegant door handle
Provides my escape
You beam light into my life
Release steam from the kitchen
You break up the wall
And give children their freedom
You let me look through you
Maybe you see through me
I keep you unlocked
Should I need setting free
Eimear Grace
Lines on the lockdown to broadsheet@broadsheet.ie marked ‘Lines On The Lockdown’
Quality pomes
Thank you!
Why – did you write them?
I particularly enjoyed the Dear Backdoor,
no pun intended !