Our sofa is a loaf of bread,
Held together with jam
Sticky side up, sticky side down
Right way up, upside down
Delicious treats smashed into brightly coloured fabrics
Served up on a tired, crumpled bed,
A blanket of breadcrumbs
A carpet of crisps,
Our rug is a picnic,
Our home a buffet
Full of secret, hairy snacks you devour just in time
"What's in your mouth?!" I cry and then sigh.
Its too late to mind,
For this delighted forager,
Last night's dinner,
Is today's appetizer
Crouching under the unswept table,
Bear Grylls of Bebington,
Angel delighted,
Pleased as Punch and Judy.
I dream of dismantling this gingerbread house someday,
I dream of sparkling appliances and clean, modern lines.
Minimalist.
But oh, Hansel and Gretel, I love your sticky mouths and chocolate fingers.
Clean lines can wait.
The Gingerbread House
Published
Claire Sanders Poetry 