A poem of sorts

Stream of consciousness

It's quiet here today, barely

A sound bar the ticking of

A clock and now and then

A voice telling of an email

Arriving on my phone

Sipping Oolong tea and

Smoking a roll-up, my

Mind wandering while I'm

Sitting, or rather reclining

On a settee with a comforter

Over my knees just like a

Granny from times past

When that's what grannies

Did. I'll be crocheting next

Or knitting socks on four

Needles, making proggy

Mats and gossiping with

A neighbour I secretly hate

And put salt on her tail

To keep the devil at bay

It's funny where your

Mind goes when you

Give it free rein and

Allow it to roam free

Through a landscape of

Memories. Or allow it to

Just go blank as you

Stare out of the window

Looking for inspiration...

To be continued...