is there a poem in Aisle Four?
wonky wheel
trolley swerves
might be
Toilet Rolls tower
white and
proper, wobble
Personal Wash of Aisle Five
feels a bit personal
still looking
Six is Cake
Mix
whir mixmaster clack bowl
shudder butter
spit dollop plop
sugar dust
puff
cough
lick beater
metal ridge
drop a
penny in the pudding
fold it in
wooden spoon
handle crack
Aisle Seven is Sauce
and Marinade
lick fingers, add chilli spice
tenderize
Eight, Mixer
Drinks/Cordial
cranberry red
and vodka ice
GI green
Nine is Biscuits
broken and stale
drag teeth along
icing tops,
dunk
slop
desiccate
gobble
pay
Oh Sarah, so much poetry in the aisles with you!
ReplyDeleteI was looking hard Rob, they are elusive! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI wanted to add Grissini in Aisle 4. I have never paid much attention to the aisles until recently. I love the idea of turning everything into poetry even the supermarkets which have to be one of the least poetic places but you've made me look again.
ReplyDeleteGrissini is nice! Yes the style of supermarket I was in I try and avoid generally so my soul isn't sucked, but I approached it with the added agenda of poem hunting. There was a tickle of inspiration in the naming of the aisles, but it wasn't shouting to me like some signage does. But I started to find something, and was hovering with mobile camera and taking notes. (My partner did the shopping.)
ReplyDeleteSo great! I have an image of you looking like you're playing Pokemon Go but you're actually writing poetry. Poetry Go!
ReplyDeletePoetry Go sounds fun!
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