© Christopher Raine


Hard-boiled Monday




boiled-egg moments pass

between slices

of half-eaten burnt toast

a weeping window’s

Monday dream

peeling white-cracked paint

and dry-dun window putty


The indivisible morning grey,

aching and wet,

lingers; longing for love

like Chet Baker’s trumpet

playing from an Art Deco radio

swirling walnut sounds

among polished brass trims

and acorn knobs

Tendrils of steam sigh

from a clunky French press

black coffee-curious aromas

nutshell and earthy rich,

like a collection of wood antiques,

refurbished by craftsman’s hands,

in the warm sawdust sun

of bright morning yesterdays