They say certain things adapt
to suit their environment
and ensure their survival.
A marvellous thing to beholdlike the weather, indoors!
I guess it got tired of waiting
for normality to return
decided to join in the fun.
The kitchen’s now Antarctica –
covered in ice. A treacherous choice
I know, makes doing the dishes
an Olympic sport. I’m going for gold.
At least it’s not in the hallway.
She’s a wet Monday in January,
somewhere in the valleys; grey sky hanging low,
smirry rain coats the walls
and in a certain light
it looks like tears – I think she’s depressed.
No-one uses the door anymore,
not like the old days.
I’m sure she’ll be okay.
Maybe some summer sunshine
will seep through from the living room
try and brighten her day
and dry up her sorrow.
I don’t go in there much – the lounge.
Not without protection, at least.
I’ve placed factor 50 by the door
after last weeks incident.
Let me say, sunburn on the soles
of your feet is no fun at all.
I was grateful for the maudlin hall
and her sodden carpet,
cradled my wound like a blanket.
The heat’s popular with the others, though
and the cat seems to love it.
The kids rooms are stormy, of course.
One’s a tornado, the other
thunder and lightening
which is fun for a while
but not long term.
Although, that being said,
the tornado has the room
tidier than before. Keeps an eye on things.
Our room, the bedroom, a winter
wonderland like Narnia. Step through
the door and you’re out of the wardrobe,
although, the husband’s no Mr Tumnus
but, as I can be a right witch
it’s just the right fit for me.
Plus, it helps the sweats and palpitations
from the panic and hormones
which is no fairy tale. Grim as it is.
Last, but not least,
leaving the prettiest till last,
the bathroom’s an autumn forest;
pine scented and decorated
with ochre-hues and mossy walls.
Some might think it’s unhygienic
but the weather’s fairly decent
for that time of year.
Mostly dry, bit wet underfoot
from the occasional shower.
Oh, and the absolute wonder
of the early morning frost
when it catches the light
it’s a beautiful sight
makes the room look majestic
that is, until it melts
which probably explains the damp
and mushrooms under the sink.
Nothing magic about them.
So, that’s the weather,
moved in and part of the family,
certainly keeps us entertained.
Which is just as well
or, this would be hell. |
