This is shopping, ordinary –
my wife decides on purchases
and deftly moves the goods from shelf
to trolley. I push the trolley
and pretty girls take the eye
knowing how they shimmer
This is shopping, ordinary –
my wife weighs up the bargains
and thumbs the fruit to see if it is fresh
and pretty girls, like butterflies,
flit from aisle to aisle,
gathering goods like nectar
This is shopping, ordinary –
my wife instructs the butcher
how to cut the leanest lamb
and pretty girls glitter in the blade
as dangerous as sunny days that
leave us too relaxed to face the night
My hands caress the trolley’s net
as pretty girls take the eye like butterflies,
knowing how they shimmer,
lasting but a summer’s day –
until stilettoed leg turns into married knife
elbowing the ribs: this is shopping. Ordinary.
Author notes
One poem intruding upon another.
A contest entry
- Chimera poetry by cricketjeff.
1250 points, ended June 22, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A am very glad I got one entry that was actually, more or less, right on what I was looking for, the way that most people's minds work. The mundane activities of life rarely occupy much of our minds, and this is a poem that demonstrates that!
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This is a good job ...
that's what this is.
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Yep. And pull the rip cord on the inflate-a-butt.
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Oh I do like this. I like this very much. I have to read the contest specs on this. What a clever write. I want to try this and I just don't know how?
~Pamela 
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Very well written. With Ashcock, clever. Perfect twisted ening I must stress it's simplicity of derangement. I have no other way to explain it. Bravo.
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