Big Indoors
Poem: Big Indoors
In one way
I’m going to miss you
You were always there if I needed you
Close by – ish
First thing on a Sunday morning
Evenings would be good too
Never on a Saturday
You must be joking
In another way
I’m glad to see the back of you
A Monstrosity,bold, expectant and not in disguise
By scented unlit candlelight you would hypnotise
With just one glance your colourful napkins would sit neatly and entrance
Treats of many a variety
A few sweet, frozen and savoury
There were plastic flowers and exotic biscuits
Forever lengthy was your queue
I felt trapped but what could I do?
Oh, look above for the bread rolls, fish n’ chips and meatballs on your menu!
I would follow your trend
But like all things good and abysmal
they had come to an end
When I think of it,
I won’t miss you
Like I’ve said already
I’m glad to see the back of you
Cushions and cosiness
My life will resume to smelling of rosiness
Back home for my tea inside my own indoors and not yours
Using my own front door KEY– IKEA, IKEA bye bye
Review: Big Indoors
An intriguing title. What exactly is it that’s big indoors? What is the thing? A dog, a person or a person’s ‘thing’ of some sort?
After reading the first stanza my imagination takes me to thinking of someone who has come to the end of a relationship with a lover where a loose routine of days and times of their ‘getting together’ for intimate moments had been established. Yes, I say ‘had’ as it’s all past tense and it’s finished. It’s over. Boo hoo right?
An end to the casual romantic rendezvous or it could be something that was defined as being more long term where contracts were signed, a few handshakes took place and cake featured etc. The point is, they will be missed wont they. Aww, I suppose? Endings are never nice they?
Just as I’m about to get a tad sorrowful I’m instantly met in the third stanza with there not being any love lost at all! What a sudden contrast eh? My blubbing has had to be put on hold.
The poet is pleased to see that it, the thing, has ended! Phew eh? Hmm? Do they feel free and liberated?
Hold on! No one’s heart is broken here. Hurrah to that.
I then realise it’s not a person, no, but the featured monster is a money making culturally forming experiment on a large scale! Whoa!
By the sound of it, what has unfolded is a huge sheep pen-esque shopping experience for the masses within a massive warehouse!
Arrrrrrrrrrghhh! I sort of scream but not by much. I acknowledge it. I accept it. It’s a very clever idea. I mainly laugh because I can relate to what’s being said within the poem. I have experienced that obstacle course. I’ve been through it and come out. I have been bothered and I have benefited too.
Candlelight indicates, warmth and intimacy but seduction is unfurling with ‘unlit candlelight’ I find that humorous.The addition of shopping for food items with ‘fish & chips’ plus ‘meatballs’ I find hilarious. Cultural boxes have been ticked. Well done, whoever is to benefit.
In controlled, move it along zones, it tempts and provides and offers comfort like you’ve gone to visit your lover, a parent and your grandma all at the same time under one roof
Something for everyone right?
Well, yes. Be ready to be enchanted, lured, lassoed and to queue up for it!
It wasn’t a one off. The poet was curious, seduced and drawn into that way of living.
The insidious yet well-meaning monster that is big and bold appears to have moved away.
The poet has come to terms with it and has made time to reflect on the experience by appreciating their own home life.
In an ever competing-for-attention-world, as the reader I’m left with questioning what are in fact the important things in life?
A few smile inducing subtle rhymes throughout the poem with revelatory contrasts.
A fun read