The scene : Wholefood co-op shop, their post Christmas sale…
I am browsing, the spelt crackers, miso paste, crunchy peanut butter ..hmmm. I enjoy the ambiance in this place, homely non supermarket wooden shelves, mis-shapen vegetables, supporting local cake maker, hens, community noticeboard advertising Hatha yoga, student rooms, Raiki therapists. Unusual these days in being run by a co-operative group of employees. I imagine they choose to take low wages here, in exchange for an alternative work culture, lack of hierarchy. I pause by the display of oat biscuits, because there is an interesting dialogue going on behind me. Between a shop worker and a sentimental customer, who sounds tender hearted.
Young Woman: Aaaah, such lovely Christmas things, so pretty
Shop Worker : Hmmmm
Young Woman: Isn’t Christmas such a lovely time, aaah
Shop Worker : If you celebrate Christmas
Young woman: Aaah, but it is so special…
Shop Worker : I don’t celebrate Christmas, I am a pagan, we don’t..
Young Woman: For the kids, they love it
Shop Worker : I don’t have any kids
Young Woman : Aaaah, no kids ?
Shop Worker : There’s no ‘Aaaah’ about it !
Young Woman says nothing.
A kind of culture clash between them, I think.
Next, another kind of dialogue, with oneself. Thanks to Maja’s idea : https://businessinrhyme.com/2017/01/18/the-poem-strikes-back-creative-writing-
Dialogue with myself.
If a poem speaks …
What would a poem say to you ?
How are you today ?
It’s Sunday
I feel the dark days blues are melting.
Bare winter tree outside my window
— look — has tiny pink buds stuck on its fingertips.
See a puffed up pigeon strutting his stuff.
Wrapped in quiet today
me, myself, I feel calm today.
Pale peach, tequila sunrise – ish,
not blue any-more