Me and the girls in the kitchen.

Me and the girls
are all stood around
in the kitchen at Claire’s,
and the boys are all there,
in the room next door –
they’re watching the match –
we can follow the score
from the noise that they make –
and the room smells of chilli
and brownies and chips,
and someone says “cocktails”,
and someone says “yes!”
and somehow my daughter
is smiling and trying her first margarita,
and I’m rimming glasses
with salt, and we’re laughing,
because, you know, rimming,
and everyone’s drinking
but Zoe – because of the baby –
she’s sticking to shandy
and 10 cups of tea, and all of a sudden
this room full of women
feels like we’re a myth – we’re all ages,
all sizes, in jeans and in dresses,
all cackling and stirring,
and screeching and loving –
and then there’s a roar
from the room next door,
and someone nips through
to check on the score,
and we all roll our eyes,
because…lads. And we’re back.

Brian is our guest host at dVerse, and asks us to share a specific moment with him. This is also a tribute to Jim at Stop Dragging the Panda, and his Lads Poetry Project.

Jim is exploring the bits of life that don’t make it into poems, and I’m enjoying it very much.