I am of hard cobblestones
that broke developing bones
of damp bricks and dense drizzle skies.
I am of the baggy grey sock
that slumps down the leg
and is constantly hitched up.
I am of skipping ropes tied
to flaky paint lampposts
of hot buttered toast suppers.
I am of backyard washing lines,
coal holes and metal bin lids.
I’m of children home by lamplight
and Grimm Fairytales.
Of job centres and blue collar jobs
and paydays prayed for weekly.
Now, I’m of tidy semi,
tarmac roads, motorway hell
of clinical 9-5 desk job
office politics, niceties, pleasantries.
I’m conditioning brilliant white socks,
limiting lightly buttered whole meal toast.
I’m central heating and condenser dryer.
I’m of assessed, measured, compared,
evaluated, tracked and monitored kids
and censored fairytales.
It’s Day 11 of Napowrimo and the prompt is to tell of where you are from and where are you now. Please excuse the poor punctuation… this is written on the hoof as always.