MY OLD CHINA 

I’ve no feeling that’s more urgent
Than squeezing out detergent with you
I have no fonder wishes
Than to be found doing dishes with you
In each other’s eyes we’ll gaze
Whilst avoiding scratching glaze
Scouring pads so soon abrase but not you 

I’m so glad they read our banns
I still thrill to hold your hands
Between cleaning pots and pans we two
A kitchen tryst’ll be such bliss
Rinsing crystal then a kiss with you
Though our water may be hard
And sometimes swims with lumps of lard
It cannot alter my regard for you 

Though some think me quite mistaken
To find love in gloves and apron
Without suds I’d feel forsaken by you
I don’t care what others think
Let them send me to a shrink!
I embrace the kitchen sink and you

John Plowright

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

John Plowright

A FAIRY TALE FOR OUR TIMES

A FAIRY TALE FOR OUR TIMES

“Who's the fairest of them all?” was the Queen’s constant refrain
And woe betide the looking-glass should it not speak her name
"You, O Queen, are most fair" was its daily review
Until one day the Queen it shocked and into rage she flew
On hearing “You, my queen, are fair; that certainly is true
But I must say that now Snow White is far fairer than you.” 

In fact, it’s natural to grow old
True beauty lies within
Its province is a kindly heart
Rather than snow-white skin 

What is your name?
‘Snow White,’ said she.
‘And how did you get here?’

She told the dwarfs her story and how she lived in fear -
That the Queen would surely kill her if she knew the huntsman lied
And asked the dwarfs if with them she could safely hide. 

The dwarfs deliberated and then unanimous
Said, “You can surely stay, if you’ll keep house for us.
If you can sew, cook and wash and be sure to tend the fire,
Then you’ll enjoy protection and the safety you desire.” 

“Get stuffed!” Snow White replied, in a tone the dwarfs thought snarky
“I’m looking for compassion, not a tiny patriarchy!” 

So young girls, please heed my tale
Though a man may seem obliging
You’re really not his ’Princess’
If he’s gender stereotyping


John Plowright

MY OLD CHINA

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

 First a fleeting glimpse
Across a crowded room
No more than a glance
Stolen
And aptly named
Like a glancing blow
That still possesses the force
To knock you off balance
And make the senses reel
A gaze that tries not to dwell
But must dart back as swiftly 
As a dragonfly skimming the surface of a pool
Only to linger longingly
Plumbing the depths of those eyes
As they first meet mine
And kindle recognition of a shared attraction
 A smile
As direct, full and warm as the mid-day sun
Burnishing the heart
As my soul shouts
This is the one
 To look upon
With love
All the days of my life