Sundayness

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Sundayness.


Afternoon yawns below lulled cobble streets 
as slow Sundayness calls all cottage people.   

 

Coast-swept valley folk stretch best-clad legs
to hill-high chapels and heads
bend to pray as Sunday sea laps in summer,
milk-mild and rippleless
while fat hinterland whispers "Yes" to grass          
ambles of un-hasty cattle            
loath to quit pasture for stick-dry cow shed.   

 

White azure wipes Sunday's sapphire sky
with fine haze as housewives
fold greasy aprons to revive post-dinner
languor alongside napping
males who full-bellied unbutton to snore
away, in belch-ridden dreams, 
more creamy helpings of sweet fruit pie.

 

Sunday-dusk drifts in last need to linger 
as kitchen gathers its family
Sunday-ness for sandwich  supper of rich 
weekend treats, then well-fed
togetherness blinks as clock-chimes show
Sunday-ways stop when hot
hob-black kettle cools last desire to sing. 

          

As fire-glow dies tired souls climb worn steps        
where sleep knows dawn means labour again.  

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2021 04:45
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  • dusk arising

    Eyyup lass, worra-bout t'tin bath in front'a range? Sundee neet 'wo bath neet wi a nu cake o soap an a good towel rubbin. Mug a cocoa an t'bed.
    Thems 'wo days chuck.

    You paint a lovely picture of a screenplay in my mind. Your words - the patterned carpet upon which the play is enacted....... perhaps an Agatha Christie thriller about to unwind upon the morrows dawning.

    You do paint some lovely scenes.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Wow D.A. - -- great that my verse raised some dialect mem'ries - those were the days eh ......
      - -- thanks a load for your inventive comment on Sundayness.

    • L. B. Mek

      another wonderful glimpse from your reservoir of comforting memory's dear Fay,
      thanks for sharing such a warm read on a chilly morning

      • Fay Slimm.

        My pleasure to highlight such family togetherness and glad you enjoyed the read my friend.

      • Trenz Pruca

        Always mesmerizing images.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Gratitude for your visit and read of Sundayness dear Trenz - so glad you enjoyed the images.

        • FredPeyer

          The picture and poem remind me so much of the 60's, when life was so full of simple pleasures!

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes those were the days Fred - - and where have those simple pleasures gone we all ask.

          • Jerry Reynolds

            Warm and wonderful, Fay.
            Wish I were there lying on the floor playing checkers with my sister.

            • Fay Slimm.

              It would be great to get those family games going again Jerry -- thanks for your comment on my take on Sundayness.

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words Fay, taking me back to those Sunday afternoons when I was a boy. (A very long time ago).

              Andy

            • Neville

              Brought back some grand memories and a tear to the eye, so ya did ..

              Particularly poignant and poetically pertinent this Mothering Sunday ..

              ... My word .. how I do so miss mine .. Thank you for this Fay ......... Neville x



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