I don’t want lunch! said he,
No lunch! agreed his sister heartily-
I want to play, he asserted
Pancakes? I interjected
Playdough pancakes! someone shrieked
Looking at the mess around my tiredness peaked
Okay, I said, let’s make a deal.
I’ll make you playdough pancakes for your meal –
What colour would you like? Yellow? Red?
(And afterwards you’ll go to bed!)
Blue! they said, and this is how it came to be
That lunch was the colour of the summer sea.
4 Feb 2023
{ Poetic prose }