(The Sunday Papers).
Excitedly you await my arrival,
a child shopping with her mother,
to purchase this week’s packet of cereals.
The toy inside invariably disappoints
the stories and puzzles on the box,
whilst colourful are often similarly so.
We masticate the news of recent events,
amongst the tasteless flakes
of other people’s goings-on
which float like oil upon our own biographies
leaving recent dramas untold.
Is this the way we list our life?
Bargain basement cornflakes,
or should we display our issues
with the more expensive meusli
on the higher shelves.
Wherever we stand, we both know
when all that’s left is chaff,
there’ll be another box next week.
© Graham Sherwood 4/2013
