Here’s a poem I wrote today.

Inside Out – A Calmer Insanity

This house was washed away weeks ago.

Freak storm or tidal wave or something;

One of those natural disasters.

I was sleeping, so I didn’t notice.


Look out of the window and you’ll see I’m right.

We’re mid-Atlantic now perhaps,

Not beyond help, yet too far to be seen,

The visible invisible.


I’ve gotten to love these waves,

The lap, lapping sway and the cabin headache,

The bluster of wind and spume, flung against cold glass

Like snow from a gun.


It floats, obviously, this house,

And the watermark is lower than the letterbox,

So everything’s fine, just fine,

And there’s not the slightest chance of drowning.


‘Solid construction, energy efficient, built to last’ –

Those builders knew their stuff inside out,

And I have enough supplies to last until tomorrow,

Which is all that matters, isn’t it?


Do you fancy a cuppa? I’ll put the kettle on.

I’ve thought of everything, you see.

It’s just as well I turned the house inside out

Before the weather changed.


Vicki Watson © 2014


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