Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Oeillade, that sudden glance
across the supermarket aisle
Reminding me to buy some roses.
Disturbed by his blue eyes.
I was reminded of the beady eyed stare of a raven.
On reflection, I feel sure he was trying to be romantic.
I had my hand on a tin of treacle.
For mum, she didn’t ask for much.
I was more than willing
to put her shopping in with mine
I would accumulate the extra points.
Nearing the tills, I could hear a torrent of rain,
Hitting the large glass panels of Tesco’s windows
I had no rainwear whatsoever with me.
For a moment,
I embody the oncoming thunderstorm.
My sudden mood soon passed.
Catching my reflection in the glass
dark mirror, returning the sacred in me…

© Anita Dawes 2021