The pile of books to be reviewed was threatening to fall from my ‘filing cabinet’ (aka armchair), so I am resorting once more to quick video reviews. These all have a rather sombre theme running through them, but are heartily recommended – for when you are of a cheery disposition to handle them. I’ve tried to add a festive mood nevertheless with some tinsel!
Child, your mother’s hair unwashed for a week
tangles limply on the pillow.
Flattened by overuse, you prop her up, she slips back down.
There is no justice.
You bring in dandelions she has no puff to blow.
She swallows watery gruel and superlatives
with equal indifference,
Spooned out at intervals,
when you remember she is human too.
There is no medicine
if oil tars feathers
and causes the family to mat and separate.