The Brushlady

In fairness, she warned me,

but I was far too smitten to pay heed!

She's as daft as a brush,

befused and confuddled

living in a downside up

turvy-topsy world

of versa vice

and front to bottom.

She keeps her romances

tidy as her dishes -

a tottering pile of half-eaten

crockery and leftovers.

Suppers half-begun

and dinners half-finished.

She organises her life

from the middle of a pile of clothes

dirty or clean - it's impossible to say..

I entered that world,

a smiling wide-boy -

and ended up on a 1200 spin cycle

and hung out to dry

among the wet plates

and barking dog.

Just another passerby

while she waits for her idol.

There she is, brushing her hair,

looking up at his poster.

But he is not interested.

It's so obvious.

And she won't admit it

- or anyone else.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

This is sad C.R. That's all I can say, other than that I can well relate.

[C.R.Turner]

This relates to an experience that is well behind me now. (At least that's what I keep telling myself!) It's sad for her (My friend from The Gate), but not for me!