It is too late for a long one tonight.
I got a new job today.
That is all.
Here is a poem. The prompt tonight is ‘idiosyncrasy’.
Excess sugar flurries
down from a heaped teaspoon back
into its receptacle. The man
uses a butter knife to perfectly
level the spoon before tipping
it into a white mug.
He repeats this four times,
butter knife level
spoon white mug.
He sits and stirs his coffee
carefully. No chinks of metal on china
ring around the room.
He pulls the spoon surgically
from the cup as deep brown
waves splash the egg-shell shore.
As the body is revealed from behind
the china horizon, edges clip
each other and a perfect ‘e’
He stands up and walks across the kitchen
to the sink, pouring the coffee down the
plug before putting the kettle on again
to restart his ritual.