
Her basket swung from the crook of her arm
As she browsed the blush of the apples and pears,
Wincing under the halogen lights, and waiting
To reach the aisle with the books and pens.
Trolley wheels squeak in the bean tin row
And a toddler screams at the till for sweets
That a mother knows is a terrible idea.
She grabs the shampoo, the gin and the frozen chips,
Anything to leave as quick as she can.
She only went out for a bunch of grapes
But that place, it grates on the nerves like nails
On a blackboard chalked up with arrogant sums.
She won’t go back, she thinks as she eats
The chips with her glass full to the top
With a brain soothing gin, like a surgery on
Her mind that will spasm with the darkest of pain.
Margot Kinberg
This really captures the stress of even as simple a thing as going to the grocery store. Sometimes just going for one thing ends up being too much.
nickreeves
I was satisfied with just the title, but further down the aisle I was replete!
The ‘bean tin row’ is my favourite!
Grape work, Rachel 😉
patientandkindlove
Lol