Sand in the Kitchen

Poem by Donna Faulkner née Miller

He watched from the doorway 
in quiet disapproval. 
 
She swung ample hips  between
rickety cupboards  unhinged.
 
The kitchen.  
Always  in varying states of chaos.
 
Her fingers  splayed
wooing  waves.
 
She  swayed  her hips
and  shuffled  bare feet.
 
An  impromptu hula dancing 
the pearly shores of Lau at sunset.

Wincing floor boards
were  Island  drums.
 
Untamed hair  bundled up
spilling out from her failing bun. 
 
Eyes closed
and smile   wide.
 
She didn’t see  the spilt sugar,
    the tea caddy’s missing lid.
 
She didn’t see a mess
But he could see it  all.
 
The sink of dishes     
   the tasks left  undone.
 
All he could see was     
the chaos,
 
whilst she enjoyed     
the caress of  a balmy breeze,
 
white sands beneath bare feet       
    as she danced.

Donna has been published in 300 Days Of Sun, Fieldstone Review, Havik, Bacopa Review, New Myths, Windward Review and many others. Her book ‘The Oracle Of Birds-stories for the fireside’ was published by Written Tales and her first full poetry book ‘In Silver Majesty ‘ was recently published by erbacce press.

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