190: Who did that to Action Man?! Also contains dust.

178

Beneath the sofa, dust and dog hair

Caught in a house-tide, surges

Round a mislaid dog-toy, catches

The sofa legs in its silt

179

More dust is drying from

Boot print patterned

Mud trail across the living room

Flaking on the laminate

180

Wood soot settles

On everything in range

The old DVD player broke

Choked on domestic ash

181

Gravity settles dust, apples and

Planets. At night we see mutually

Forcibly attracted assemblages

Of constellations

182

Moon-face pocked with evidence of

Meteorite slams, eaten by

Shadow, bite by bite, the

Flat familiar slice of pale reflection

183

It doesn’t matter that the

Moon is a bouncing point for

Sunlight. Moon-glow is a specific

Eerie friendly presence

184

Elvis on the fridge door is

Holding a menu list in place

Magnetically and a lobster has a

Voucher for name-brand beer

185

Information on the bookshelves

Include the art of the jumping

Kick, identifying seabirds and

Basic woodworking skills

186

On the shelves in the spare room

Books wait on the next batch of children

On the amply spaced dining room shelves

Oversized hard-backed art-plates

187

Over the books, Action Man sits

His hands have been inappropriately

Hilariously placed by an unknown

Person or household sprite

188

Not much of the crockery matches

A combination of clumsy washing

Old arguments, happy mementos,

Gifts and junk shop whimsy

189

A story hangs from

Every other mug hook, see these

Polka dot hot chocolate mugs

A thoughtful gift, perfect for bonfire nights

190

Four bowls bought identical

Identifiable now by quirks of

Chipped glaze. Bought cheap

Kept cheerful by constant use

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