The Night Worker
“Out of my way! Do as I say!”
He descends.
“Cant wait. I`m late”
He shouts.
Mother worry children scurry
Before him.
“Set up for shaving.” Face laving.
Pet hate.
Cat tripping face dripping
Across floor.
Soap swilled pain filled eyes.
“ Towel "
Domineering demanding he fills
The room.
Food crams door slams.
He`s gone.
Relief fills calm stills house.
And yet
What dreams, might have beens
Lay hidden unbidden
Neath the surface?
Black browed life cowed surface?
Fate frowned children bound
He lives
Days night nights day
Sleep work Work sleep.
For them.
Yvonne Brunton
Fri 4th May 2012 18:53
This pulses forward from verse to verse until the final lines, which with their single syllables repeated slow the pace and emphasise the sadness of the daily grind to which he must submit, willing or not.It really catches the moods and felings (some hidden) of all the members of the family where the circadian rhythm is tortured. So good. XX