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.
