Curious fingers caress, soothe,
trace the curves
admire the hues
depths of purple, blushes red.
Choose
cheesy chips
in Styrofoam
no plates to wash
in modest homes
an aubergine, that spritely bunch
of purple dusted broccoli.
Pick fresh peas – just enough –
to feed your superiority.
Refuse
that fucking huge
wall-mounted TV
disturbing the peace
of a poor man’s tea
the plastic bags
and ‘smart-price’ tins
and ‘value-added’ crates of
wine. Eat at tables. Socialise.
Safe from
foodbank queues and
public derision
benefit claimants and
poor nutrition
supermarket purgatory. Inhale
on deli-spice and herbs and scents
and crystal rows of condiments,
oozing cheese and fresh-shellfish
all the trappings of a rich man’s dish.
© Carolyn Cornthwaite
Carolyn writes poetry and fiction and blogs at http://wimpywriter.com/. She has just finished the first draft of a novel and is slowly recovering. Next time she will write an uplifting tale with a joyous ending