the women from the shop floor
compare notes – the new fore-
man’s cute. They speculate whether
he’s available and watch together
as he approaches the counter.
The girl behind the steaming urn
eyes him up as he waits his turn,
smiles and flutters lashes like spiders’ legs,
gives him an extra helping
of scrambled eggs.
The women grumble, what have they got
to offer? Armed with mugs and a pot,
they go up for a refill, glaring peroxide,
brash gold hoops and make-up tide,
thrusting busts and crossing arms.
The foreman’s in the middle of the crowd,
unsure why their voices are so loud,
their elbows bristling, and the tea girl’s red.
He shrugs on his authority like overalls
and says, ‘This is a canteen, make tea not war’.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image found on http://www.eyeopening.info
Isadora is presenting the mid-week prompt and we’re going out of standard. She challenges us to find new places in the everyday and sully the page with the unexpected. The prompt is simple: find an image of a protest sign and use that phrase in a poem that is not political.