Today’s opening line is from the early pages of Yael van der Wouden’s novel, The Safekeep, which I’ve just read and will blog about after our Book Club meeting next month.
Verse 3: The cauliflower browned and rotting
The cauliflower browned and rotting
says it's time to clean the fridge.
The cheese is mouldy, milk is clotting,
Friday's curry's on the edge.
Outside it's the same sad story:
jacaranda's purple glory
withers, falls and clogs the drain,
the sky’s deep blue has turned to rain,
my feet hurt when I go out walking,
I may soon replace a knee,
beauty fades and pleasures flee.
Yet here I am, still happy gawking.
Now,halfway down Dulwich Street,
the mulberries are very sweet.
Some of this is nicked from the superb 19th century song, ‘Housewife’s Lament’ by Sara A Price. If you don’t know that song, I recommend that you click on this link.
Me fail? I fly! 