Later, in the China Shop.

Well, now we’re awake.
We waited until the thunder had died down,
the crashing of crockery, the snorting.
Don’t imagine that we’re clearing up that mess.
Our bodies do not come with a broom as a permanent appendage,
or a kettle and teapot.
This isn’t haberdasher’s glitter on these gowns,
they are spun from a fabric far from here.
Don’t waste your precious hours trying to tear
at our skirts, they are unrippable.
And don’t fool yourself,
you are not the centre of the universe,
the omphalos.

We’ll let ourselves out.

Linking this to The Sunday Muse Blogspot, where Carrie has supplied some Gemini-inspired images. ( and to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt to write poetry or prose of exactly 91 words, using the word ‘omphalos’ (


18 thoughts on “Later, in the China Shop.

  1. Wonderful, writingwhatnots! I love how you combined both prompts but the extension of imagery in response to the image is sooo good! I love the feeling of rebellion, the taking back of power, and these lines in particular:

    “the crashing of crockery, the snorting.”

    “This isn’t haberdasher’s glitter on these gowns,
    they are spun from a fabric far from here.”

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  2. Marion, this was a surprise!! 🙂
    I’d leave too, there isn’t enough room in this world for folk like those. Brings memories, my mom had as broom that she used to chase me down when I was onery. Also we have wakened up in the middle of the night when a cabinet shelf failed. Actually twice, the first was a book shelf. Sounds like maybe a brick was thrown through the window.
    Messing with skirts verges on assault. But not in my vocabulary, repertoire.

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