and fall up –
Toast crumbs dance on the plate
surprising as they rise askew
morning light to the ceiling,
spring clouds of bread midges.
On the table, spoons, knives
jounce; pounce upright;
fire high, stab plaster.
Anchored in my chair, I’m braced,
in case, perplexed as objects scale the air
where the kettle the bread bin.
Tins of soup, possessed, fly from cupboards,
halyards now, clanking overhead.
Dishwater in the sink
I’m constrained, hands over my head in case the world rights,
reunites crockery with gravity;
– a helium balloon of fur –
the cat ascends, transcends me now
purring on the coving,
upside down and happy.
Plagued, I stand and my stool
past my grasp.
Climbs The table dawdles upwards.
Cooker, fridge, freezer all
Sliding to the floor, free of crumbs, free of comfort, I calculate
weights of white goods and try to be sure
to reassure myself that, I’m just big-boned, fat,
that soon I too will soar. I lift my arms and lower,
slow and lumpen,
a desperate dodo’s parody.
The cat looks down on me, flies free
the washing machine
but me –
Georgi Gill (aka ‘Chalk Lady’) lives in Edinburgh where she works at the Scottish Poetry Library and writes poetry whenever she gets the chance. ‘Hiccups’ was inspired by an assignment set on Jay Bernard’s Open Workshop on paradoxes.