Intro: an old one..
Main text of your writing.
Above our heads a belligerent sun
elbows its way through stuttering clouds
as we spread out the tablecloth in ritual fashion.
No eye contact.
far more cutting than verbal abuse
curdle the early morning air.
A nervous silence thick as custard
oozes from each stinging-nettle grimace and gesture
as we spread out the cheese
and bread and wine
in our usual methodical manner.
And the car looks on in sullen spite.
I lose concentration and my fingers brush her hand
by accident and she recoils at the invasion
(neither of us taking offence).
The kids have gone- to God knows where
and we sit in our wordless hell.
I drink most of the wine (she is driving)
But we share the food.
Sometimes I even forget her name.
We tidy up rising simultaneously
and limp back to the car.
The car sneers upon our return.
I hear it snigger as she inserts the key
into the lock.
The engine snorts in contempt
then home to an empty house.